This is something beautiful we've got
It's beautiful
And looking at these old photographs
They're beautiful
Funny thing is the most beautiful part
Is the way you flogged away at my heart
Something so perfect about the way we're not perfect
Something so similar in how we're so different
Something connecting in how we're apart
Something choking in the way that we breath
There's something about you that I just can't leave
This feeling in my stomach
It's killing me
And all these old photographs
They're killing me
Know that I'm not really dieing where I stand
It's just the way these mixed emotions make me feel
Everything is perfect but nothing is right
Everything's so typical but nothing's the same
Everything's connected while nothing's attached
Everything could have been, but nothing was
Babe, everything about you stops my heartbeat
Breathing is temporary, make it worthwhile
Get of the couch and away from that dial
Live a little and just maybe you'll feel
The feelings I wanted to make for you real
Saturday, November 29, 2008
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