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there exists a melody
that might just change your mind if i only knew the key to sing to make you mine -hellogoodbye like the time when the clock read 11:11 & you said "make a wish", so i wished that we'd never go our separate ways or say a thousand bitter things... but now i see that wishes arent worth anything. this is how he will keep her ....in pieces.... she's a keeper -Northstar * some words changed* && besides; your probably holding hands with some skinny, pretty girl that likes to talk about bands and all i wanna do is ride bikes with you; and stay up late && w a t c h c a r t o o n s <3 -The Moldy Peaches perhaps we all give the best of our hearts uncritically to those who hardly think about us in return i'm not as dumb as you think i am. i've learned a thing our two i don't care about nothing at all. but i think the world of you </3 'cause it's a verb to love someone. to open up & let them in. "love is a mind field. you take a step, get blown to pieces, put yourself back togethr and stupidly take another step. i guess thats human nature. it hurts so much to be alone that we'd all rather blow up than be single -Love & Sex shake down, you make break, for goodness sake I think I'm on the edge of something new with you. shout out, don't drown the sound, i'll drown you out, you'll never scream so loud as i want to scream with you I know I'm . n o t . you're favorite record the songs you grow to like never stick at first -Fall Out Boy a stack of mixtapes brought me closer & i know that i's a modest melody that sent you out to find the perfect girl but i found you crashing into me. and you could find another love, another girl to take you on but she wouldnt want you half as much as this. i want to burn the letters that i wrote you. over the phone today i could feel you fading. you're losing interest and ready to leave. and i'm here pretending you were sent to save me. like tripping over love in June, or singing just to make it through i know when i've had enough of you you're wasting all my time, my precious time. back then when you were dressed up as some kind of true friend, you taught me how to lie for you, cry for you, get drunk and get high off you. and you never asked how i felt. but still i'd rhyme for you, shine for you, lay down and die for you. if i could bottle up the chills that you give me i would keep them in a jar next to my bed -Maroon 5 |
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