You wouldn't like me now
I gained 10 pounds and an awful attitude...

All it took was the sound of footsteps.
It was enough for such a weary mind...

It was funny to me then,
I laughed so hard I cried...

My life has divided differently now.
I have cut the way I see things...

Her touch is gentle her eyes are kind
yes she is that girl...

I never knew the right words to say
but i have tried, and failed...

Three, the magick number, the words that so easily...
mouths vow them so vehemently, arms fear to let...

Blasting the music until her ears bleed
the only sound left to comfort the death...

Despite this gaping hole inside,
i feel the stitches healing...

Graceful and tragic these arms are that hold me
in winter, in hell if all that surrounds be...

Its the way my arms tangle in your hair
and your lips graze mine...

There are times when these eyes close
or lie awake for days...