you're way too beautiful girl, that's why it'll never work...

a casual mess, a lighthearted distress
and a head too big for its brain.
used to put it all on the line, but that's too hard
is it over yet? all i have are stories and scars
isn't it obvious? i never said it
but if i did, i would sure as hell have meant it
i'm another reason
to douse the fire in your eyes
chalk it up to many
i never said this hurts
but i've contemplated plenty
but i might be in luck
but this time, my words are not enough

even though the blames on you, i'll take that blame from you

if i apologize for being wrong, for the things i did and didn't do, maybe it'll be different

i'm sorry for being a terrible son
i'm sorry for myself for not being your one
i'm sorry for the things i didn't say
i'm sorry for not telling you how i really felt
i'm sorry for being the prince of terrible things
im sorry for killing yours and my dreams
i'm sorry for the awkward situations that never let me say
"i'm sorry for feeling this way"
i'm sorry for making things hard
i'm sorry for making it easy
i'm sorry for never being there for myself
i'm sorry for being blind to love
i'm sorry it never let me in
i'm sorry for late night drives that made you cry
i'm sorry for not living while i'm alive
i'm sorry, i'll make up for it next time.

going on a limb with no sure way to land...

demeaning in the sense of guns at your sides, you might as well fire at will
aim for the head, at least put them out of your misery.
all you do is talk, talk, talk, but you've seemed to forget to walk
or stand, for that matter
so here's you sincere apology:
"i'm so sorry you're not wrapped around a tree"
everything's an ache for your head, but you're a pain my ass.
just breathe while you still got it, i'm about to take it away
with these words that i've got, none of them could make you stay.


a word that kind of rhymes with 'glove',

"don't wanna be a boy but wanna be a man"

hanging on every word, and i'm getting pushed off.
you're crossing every line, but this time i'll draw a wall
wish i could mutter a word like harry potter and make everything better
"lumos" my day and "expelliarmus" your heart.
together we can move mountains
now i'm down to throwing rocks
and i'm aiming at everything that ever meant anything to you.
they say 'big girls don't cry', but i'm trying my best to bust that myth
i'm adam and jamie in every sense of the phrase.
you know, the one that pays off.
i'd scream at you if i could, but what is there to say
except for "i never had you anyway"


love, and all the baggage that's with it

FW:

Don't write me off if you haven't got any ink of your own to do it with.

"You’re sleeping with the light on like you’re dying to be found out."

i'm sick of taking hits, i want to write them.
paper hearts being burned for warmth.
holding out for what's not worth your time
for my best friends and your secrets
i'll find myself in your head again
just longing to be someone else
i'm not all there cause you've got a piece of me still
i'm all wrong ; starting with you
and all the guns you've had to my head
my best friend
are the blankets and sheets that you once used
they keep me close and heavy thoughts at bay
i loved everything about you that wont make it out alive
we're kissing for good luck and not much else.

you know i do,

"and you've got the spark i've been looking for"

i wasn't the first kid to write about hearts, cars, or sinking heads with matching stomaches.
nor will i be the last.
i wasn't the first to dream of hitting the west coat
i wasn't the first to bathe in city lights
i don't do it best
i'm not a trendsetter
i'm not the man of your dreams
i'm not the only boy with problems
i don't have a great character


but i'm a heart of gold and a head full of ideas