These lips are simply lips,
they smile just for you...

Just a little reminder:
I miss you, now, to tears...

A thousand broken wings
and a half a dozen burned out candles...

The words are getting hazy,
there's lights every place I look...

I have a confession to make,
I don't understand...

These speakers are blown, so everything sounds off
kinda like these hot summer days...

Saturday nights
wide awake...

They keep telling me that i'm unique
there's nobody just like me...

"How did you show me
you loved me...

I met a girl named Karma
she inspired me to write...

Minute confessions
Reverberating silence...

Twelve-oh-one wishes
Brushing lovers' closed eye-lids...