This jazzy '50s love song that makes me...
Like the kissing scenes in the movies with desire...

The clear lake ripples:
Trees sway in the reflection...

The walls are closing in.
You left me here with nothing but self doubt...

I don't know what to say or do,
I can't take this burden of confusion anymore...

Being in love is like hearing your favorite song...
It starts out slow, and you're not sure what you...

You believe their hollow words
And kill me with your lack of kindness...

It takes two to mosh
Put up your dukes...

These mascara stained tears are meant to break...
Why would you end this, just to make it start...