Can't seem to think of the perfect apology,
Not even a word that would stick out...

Imaginary lines threaten reality,
Secrets threaten to become known...

You never set out to be perfect,
Claiming to want more than figments of yourself...

Stuck in this frame of mind,
The pictures tilted...

I wrote us down in pencil,
Typical high school HB number two...

The hankercheif lay on the table,
Under the harsh desk lamp light...

Never had it in me to
Overlook you...

There's so many things I wish I could tell you.
But I don't want to be making a mistake...

Who have I become?
Life has broken me along the way...

I'm sorry for a lot of things,
Things I can't take back...

It's too soon to say I have you,
It's too late to say I don't...

We ran around last night as if we were never going...
The air was rich...