there sit two lovers, one’s eyes intently chasing the other’s, she doesn’t love him anymore, but he’ll stick it out till the end, this he had sworn.
lying awake in bed, feeling the spot on my chest, where you used to where you used to rest your head..
you see love’s a funny thing the way it lingers in the mind, no matter what you do or the passing of time, that ember still glows for those lovers behind, no matter if it’s well remembered, that light still shines, good times take precedent over every incident, no matter how poorly spent, so we put on these ridiculous fronts, like we were just fooling around, our love was only childish fun, yet we know different, that it meant something to us, and that piece still lingers in each one that we’ve loved, so we pick up the pieces, try and make a half a whole, but in the back of our minds, there’s quite a different story to be told, THAT LOVE HAS KISSED OUR LIPS THAT LOVE HAS TOUCHED OUR EYES AND NO MATTER HOW SINCERE  LOVE HAS CHANGED OUR LIVES. and even if all love has flown, we’ll have a few scars to proudly show, cause at the end of our lives, we can say, at least we tried.
lying awake in bed, feeling the spot on my chest, where you used to where you used to rest your head...