Why do we keep them? Under our beds, in the attic, in the back of some drawer. We could have thrown them out a thousand times, and yet there they are. Old love letters. Written to a person we no longer are, by a hand we no longer hold. |
If we went to a Halloween party as Batman and Robin, I’d go as Robin. That’s how much you mean to me. |
And if tomorrow you're still just a friend, |
The way your mouth feels in a lovers kiss, |
Hurt is such an ugly word; an even uglier feeling. |
Oh she takes care of herself. She can wait if she wants, she's ahead of her time. Oh and she never gives out. And she never gives in, she just changes her mind |
Last night I realized |
When I sleep, I dream of you, and when I wake, I long to hold you in my arms. If anything, our time apart has only made me more certain that I want to spend my nights by your side, and my days with your heart. |
It's a little obvious darling, that I'm trying to make you fall for me |
Your biscuit, your beavage, |