When everything I say and do
seems wrong, seen through your eyes...

I remember reading about how
beautiful she was. Hell, it'still...

Open up that heart of yours,
Pandora's box, now filled with hope and fear...

Our lovers' days are gone,
And I'm feeling fine...

He's thin, but not terribly so.
His elbows form sharp angles...

Polite sips of sugar drinks;
The gentle pulse of guitar strings...

Listen to the thump-thump rhythm,
of your sneakers on the pavement...

I've run out of words.
Not true...

Hold up those letters
high over your head...

Germs, they are everywhere.
In the air, and in your hair...

I want a love like my parents have.
A boy to love my qualities, the good and bad...

Listen up, now. Here's the deal.
You can almost believe her smiles are real...