Hands in your pocket, your nonchalant stance,
Navigating hallways like some sort of dance,
I’m hoping to catch you as you pass,
To make you stop and fall in love,
But you can’t even spare me a glance.
~Glance
Let me write our story, please,
Because it’d be a fairy tale,
Instead of a tragedy,
Because I’m staying up too late,
While you’re sound asleep,
Let me write our story, please.
~Our Story
I was writing a song once,
For a boy I had met,
Who seemed so perfect,
And I never stood a chance,
But I said his flaws were perfect,
Not truly knowing what I meant,
Until I met you. Those little things I’d hate about myself,
Look and sound so beautiful on you.
~Two and Three
You know it’s clear when I can say that looking at you is the best decision I’ve made all day.
~Looking At You
I wrote you a letter,
And I know you didn’t read between the lines,
Because it was clearly a love letter. Read it again.
~Read It Again
How do you stop yourself from looking at someone like they’re better than the stars that shine?
~I Want To Be Done With You
I don’t dare say I miss you. “I miss you” is too personal. Too intimate. Saying I miss you would be baring my feelings to you and pushing your eyes open. Saying I miss you would be laying down my armour while handing you a sword.
~I Miss You
The place I was when I met you…
I’m back there again,
But this time it’s your fault.
~Your Fault
So many songs I wanted to write for you, but I’m not sure you deserve them anymore.
~So Many Songs
Sometimes we must apologize for writing love songs.
~Apology
We tell the world love is blind, because love knows better than us all.
~Love Is Blind
