Palpitations in Love

Ambulance Artists

I'd say we have chemistry but you're much more into artsy things
Like the imagery of an ambulance in a graveyard
A big dumb crush & a painful Polaroid picture buried deep in the drawer of the armoire
We become momentary artists around blind corners & curves
When it all hurts blame those blue eyed bandit girls
Reflect and revitalize the juxtapose pain inside
Passed down from lover to lover
Sometimes night after night
For none really love you or me
Like the way we care for each other
Seeming to be an internally eternal feeling of affection and hypocrisy
Bonding us together but keeping us apart
So when does it start to end and where did the end start
I can't recall exactly when I fell in love with you
But I haven't been myself since
Wanting something better to do
Wishing to better my understanding
But there's never an answer and it's getting hard
Why was the ambulance at the graveyard
Who were they trying to save so very late
I hope they saw the ghosts of us dancing around that place
Getting soaked by the rain
Developing a cough and dying after a few days
It's a shame
You were scared of me and I couldn't understand why you felt that way
I couldn't help but love you and I gave myself blame
Displaying too much of my paper soul
Allowing you to gaze at the words you wrote
The ones I've repeatedly scrawled out against the inside of my skull
I truly am sorry
I can't afford to take a ride in our ambulance tonight
Maybe some other time
When you and I have grown and realized
That words alone aren't enough to save a love
Or a life