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

I thought I had this feeling once,
But it's much stronger now...

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

We let the past go,
But it's coming...

Never had it in me to
Overlook you...

It was one of those mornings,
Where you wake up...

Who cares what they gave us,
When it's taken away without a doubt...

Today we sat together,
Our eyes connected...

Please baby let go,
Stop holding back...

The brush might hit the paper,
The paint might form a picture...

I can take deep breaths,
Grab this new feeling...

There is nothing here for us,
Oh we might think there is...