I love you like a prep loves Hollister,
I love you like a skateboarder loves a skateboard...

You're trying to be gentle,
trying to please me...

For the most part you are my getaway,
my escape from the pain, the tears...

Drugs, drama, babies momma.
these are teenage years...

I'm guessing I'm blind
I'm prone to not see whatever is right in front of...

She knows what she wants to say but cant say it;
Because if she does shell choke...

When she's sad or blue...this angel will help her...
When she falls...this angel will help her up...

Drip,drop
watching this clock go tick, tock...

I long for your touch...
your whisper, and your lips...

Digusted,
should no longer be trusted...

Watching the rain race down the window pane,
Like a tear going down a toddler's cheek because...

I knew what I was getting into.
When I think about it Im not blue...