I'm writing notes on a postcard you gave me
Some time around last mid december
I'm keeping the same shoes until there's a hole
I'm throwing my candles though there's more to burn
You're my kind of laughter, to this place a gift
Fresh wounds don't hurt as much when they bleed
As it's starting to heal i'll anguish in pain
But I'll swear i wanna live through the worst again
I love that thing, your kind eyes
And it's not what you said, just your kind eyes
I wanna see the world through your kind eyes
I wanna see the world through your kind eyes
I'm not changing the lock anytime soon
I don't mind you having the key to my room
Try a little harder for me, will you not?
I've cried you a river and now its waters burn
This isn't anywhere close to what i'd expect
Oh, what a brutal way to declare
We've run out of safety pins and paper clips
Should one abandon things that can't be fixed?
I love that thing, your kind eyes
And it's not what you said, just your kind eyes
I wanna see the world through your kind eyes
I wanna see the world through your kind eyes