i've been spending the last eight months
thinking all love ever does
is break and burn, and end.
but on a wednesday in a cafe
i watched it begin again.
'cause i don't know how it gets better than this
you take my hand and drag me head first
fearless
and i don't know why
but with you i'd dance in a storm
in my best dress
fearless
hold on to the memories, they will hold on to you,
and i will hold on to you.
please don't ever become a stranger whose laugh i could recognize anywhere.