What am I supposed to do when the best part of me was always you? And what am I supposed to say when I’m all choked up and you’re okay?
I will swallow my pride. You’re the one that I love and I’m saying goodbye. Say something, I’m giving up on you.
If I leave here tomorrow, would you still remember me?
Hopelessly I feel like there might be something that I’ll miss. Hopelessly I feel like the window closes oh so quick. Hopelessly I’m taking a mental picture of you now. ‘Cause hopelessly the hope is we have so much to feel good about.
Don’t you worry there my honey. We might not have any money, but we’ve got our love to pay the bills.
You’re my favorite work of art.
If only they could see, if only they had been here. They would understand how someone could have chosen to go the length I’ve gone, to spend just one day riding. Holding on to you, I never thought it would be this clear.
You spend half of your life trying to fall behind. You’re using your headphones to drown out your mind. It was so easy and the words so sweet. You can’t remember, you try to move your feet. Eet, eet, eet.
This is my winter song to you. December never felt so wrong. Cause you’re not where you belong, inside my arms.
I’ve got my ticket for the long way round, the one with the prettiest view. It’s got mountains, it’s got rivers, it’s got sights that give you shivers. But it sure would be prettier with you.
There’s no debate. We lived in a dream and faced a fate.
Remember those walls I built? Baby they are tumbling down. They didn’t even put up a fight. They didn’t even make a sound.