I'm having trouble trying to figure this out . . .
I'd hold you like this goodbye would never end.
If my arms were long enough, I'd reach all the way through time
and never let him put his hands on you again.

As this thing repeats I'm starting to blame me,
Three years to the date and we're still stalling.
I still can't look at you,
I miss you like there was no one else that will do.

My feeling center around getting you of my chest and onto paper (where I can  control you)
I've been carrying you're burden with me and now it's over.
I can't rid myself of the sickening regret,
The darkened heaviness rains.

The road ahead of me behooves change.
Nights like this can't continue 'cause I need you closer.
Begin the false romance, are you the biggest fan
who never missed a beat
Or are you here for money?

It's really too bad, I've been programmed pessimistic,
and every burden I bear seems to have it's link to
Blown heartstrings and they are healing,
So take example,
You're the reason I'm still fighting this out.

Still swimming in the life that I once lived
and finally surfacing for air.
A name and a number feel better
but doesn't cure my self-percieved ugliness or the sickening regret.

First time the second time around and we're still stalling.
Too oblivious to say half of the things I think now
when you avert your eyes and lick you're lips in innocence.

This walk we take is the peace I've been running after my whole life.
Only to catch up to it standing in place . . .

The damage has been done,
The trauma catatonically mutating the missing point of reference . . .
and I found you again.
I call you the safe haven
from which I can rebuild a life worth living . . .

I can retire tonight without a kiss.
And imagine the joy of sleeping with your head against my chest
You give the greatest hugs . . .

It's really too bad, I've been programmed pessimistic,
and every burden I bear seems to have it's link to
Blown heartstrings and they are healing,
So take example,
You're the reason I'm still fighting this out.