I want a house where I can write in
And play host to all our best friends and their smiling faces
Where we'll run all day
So I'll be tired
It will keep me sane
I'm quite the liar when the sun goes down
I want more from my touch
We're just touching too much
Im hoping that the fire in this place will heat all my unwelcome worries
While I don't want your help,
I can't figure this out myself
Bless your soul.
For being honest
I've become quite ill
From spending all my time alone
I'm proud as hell
Of what I'm doing
I mean, it's love is all
And I can feel it in my hands
I find it odd
That I'm addicted to all my flaws
and that this obsession is my biggest one
I've got heroes that I can't save
I'm playing games I shouldn't play
You're breaking hearts Im driving cars into
I'm okay with your love. I just don't get enough
I can't help believe you when you say that you don't believe yourself
This is what you get for being kind at heart.