Its you plus me divided by inadequacy times my denial
minus three words we threw around and around

There's people meeting on mars and people crashing their cars
and kids kissing under the stars tonight, there's no reason to cry

I swear to God I won't stop until you're shaking.

With your eyes locked on mine. Oh, we will fill the metro skies with country air, and when you close your tired eyes; I'll meet you there

I'll pretend my ship's not sinking and I'll tell myself I'm over you, 'cause I'm the king of wishful thinking.

So take my hand. No, not to hold, 'cause you could use the extra fingers to count your mistakes. The distance has only lead to deception, a curse for every mile and a lie for every smile.

You were never one to kiss and tell but it hurts to hear from someone else, and just waiting for the right time, anticipating your every line. Can't you see that it hurts to breathe, so i hold my breath until I die in the most simplistic sigh

You're only happy when I'm wasted. I point my finger but I just can't place it. Feels like I'm falling in love when I'm falling to the bathroom floor. Feels like I'm falling in love alone

Im half asleep but im wide awake

Let's run away to a place where the air tastes like rain and the sun shines like Sunday morning. You bring your laugh and I'll bring my sense of humor, and we can taste the days, one week after another.