Sitting at the skatepark
your arms around me tight...

I know it doesn't always seem like it
from how i act && talk...

I never asked you to save me
i never asked you to help me...

You are just a figment of the past
a lost love...

I can't remember
the last time i felt like this...

Maybe...
it's the end for us...

In bed at night
i think...

If the music stopped
would you notice...

My blood shot eyes,
your screaming voice...

Chills running down my spine
your hand on my cheek...

Every mean word
you say it's not about me...

[i didn\'t write this]
because i want to be beautiful...