It’s like you’re screaming and no-one can hear. You almost feel ashamed, that someone could be that important that without them, you feel like nothing. No-one will ever understand how much it hurts. You feel hopeless, like nothing can save you. And when it’s over and it’s gone, you almost wish you could have all that bad stuff back so that you could have the good.

You and I are a story that never gets told.

Dreams are where I have to go to see your beautiful face, anymore. I stare at a picture of you, and listen to the radio and hope, hope there's a conversation. We both admit we had it good. Damn boy, you do it well. And I thought you were innocent. You took this heart and put it through hell but still you're magnificent. I'm a boomerang, doesn't matter how you throw me I turn around and I'm back in the game even better than the old me. But I'm not even close without you.  I realize, if you asked me how I'm doing I would say I'm doing just fine. I would lie and say that you're not on my mind. But I go out and I sit down at a table set for two, and finally I'm forced to face the truth that no matter what I say I'm not over you. 

With half of my heart, I can move half of a mountain. With half of my heart I can choose sickness or health, baby. Half of my heart can only do one or the other, half of my heart's got one eye on myself. Half of my heart loves FedEx packages, the next day Memphis Air. Half of my heart feels round on the bed, sheds a tear when it finds that you're not there. But I get by, I get by. I'm a self lover, autonomous, auto-erotic, hippopotamus. I know what I need and I don't like the time in between. With the wondering, the questioning of what's it gonna take. I know what I need, so I just give it to myself, but I'm bored of that. I want some love to come my way. Some words I don't expect to hear them say; I want to fall asleep at 11 o'clock pm, leave a room key at the front desk for them, they can slip inside at 2 in the morning when their flight lands, package lost, but it's now in their hands. Tired, and all I hear is the ch-ch, door opens up, slide into bed, put your hands all over me. Be the only thing I can't out-smart in my life. Be the only thing I didn't see coming 'cause I see everything coming, I see everything coming, be the only thing I never saw coming. If you believe, at some point, you will get to use your heart to the best of its ability, I want you to sing along with me.

I'm scared and anxious. I've cried for the majority of the day. This is like one of my nightmares coming to life. I know I'm a worrier and I know I think there's always something wrong but I just really don't want to be sick, I don't want to be anywhere near a hospital.

But tell me, did the wind sweep you off your feet? Did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day, and head back toward the Milky Way? But tell me, did you sail across the sun? Did you make it to the Milky Way to see the lights all faded and that heaven is overrated? Tell me, did you fall for a shooting star? One without a permanent scar and did you miss me while you were looking for yourself?

I think I saw you in my sleep, darling. I think I saw you in my dreams, you were stitching up the seams on every broken promise that your body couldn't keep. I think I saw you in my sleep. I thought I heard the door open, oh no. I thought I heard the door open but I only heard it close. I thought I heard a plane crashing, but now I think it was your passion snapping. I think you saw me confronting my fear,
 it went up with a bottle and went down with the beer. I think you ought to stay away from here, there are ghosts in the walls and they crawl in your head through your ears. I think I saw you in my sleep, lover. I think I saw you in my dreams, you were stitching up the seams on every mangled promise that your body couldn't keep. 

coffee and cigarettes.

put me on a plane, fly me to anywhere. put me on a plane, fly me to anywhere. put me on a plane, fly me to anywhere.

The day after I saw you I was in a shop and The Script start playing. I started crying. I thought I could be strong enough, but I will be next time. I just have to be.

"I was your cure and you were my disease. I was saving you and you were killing me."

I love how I can tell you anything. I love I can tell you anything and you'll tell me when I'm being an idiot. I love your "do what you want and fuck everybody else" attitude.

I tell my love to wreck it all. Cut the ropes and let me fall. My, my, my. In the morning I'll be with you, but it will be a different kind. Come on skinny love, just last the year. My, my my. Now all your love was wasted? Then who the hell was I? Now I'm breaking at the britches and at the end of all your lines. Who will love you? Who will fight? Who will fall far behind?