Time goes flying by
sometimes it's just too much work to be sad
waiting for moments that take my breath away
looks that force me to care
my life - my choices, but most aren't right
hoping for a better tomorrow
trying to make the most of today
it's all just a crazy chemical swing
but who am i to say that's a problem
we all need a touch-point
something or someone to hold
a safe place to hide when reality is too much
and babe, i found that in [your arms]
