So, we walked along for hours on this little stretch of lake Atlantic. Someone saw me kiss you and it felt just like a movie. Break down the heartbeats I believe in. Step outside and taste the air. I don't think I've ever seen you quite like this.
Let's tear apart the obvious, and argue all about it.
We don't need to know the end of this one. Stories are for storytellers. Bleed the ink across the blue line, and follow our design.
So when I take the only choice I'm given, nothing is surprising. Light a winter fire. Let's burn the skyline. I forgot to call again, but it's ok because you don't call me. You never did. You never will. Not with my luck.
Let's tear apart the obvious, and argue like little kids.
Wait because I'm still standing wide-eyed, staring at your footsteps leading to the highway. What is this a joke? Get in the car. We need to talk about it. If you don't want to, find your own way home because I don't need you anyway.