the possibility of a possibility.

i hope you can tell that you’re special,

getting brand new words labeled with your name.

they’re your heartstrings, permission to pull?

or at least permission to spark a flame?

i miss how it used to be

when there was beautiful tragedy for all.

but now, it’s only me

plus words fabricated from our fall.

synchronized lips saying the right thing

at the right time under the lamp light

young love doesn’t know goodbye,

only goodnight.

no amount of words that i can write

could show you i’m hanging from your wire.

can i fall asleep in your arms tonight?

my pen’s poised, readyaimfire.

and if ashes to ashes means falling down,

then you to me must equal falling in love.

cause my heartbeat’s like that boom box sound

and what i get of you is never enough.

i miss how it used to be

when there was beautiful tragedy for all.

but now, it’s only me

plus words fabricated from our fall.

synchronized lips saying the right thing

at the right time under the lamp light

young love doesn’t know goodbye,

only goodnight.

safety pinned hearts are my trademarked poison,

violet’s my favorite living lie.

but you’re the only bullet to my handgun.

can these violent metaphors open your eyes?

i miss how it used to be

when there was beautiful tragedy for all.

but now, it’s only me

plus words fabricated from our fall.

synchronized lips saying the right thing

at the right time under the lamp light

young love doesn’t know goodbye,

only goodnight.