[ Featuring Atlas (M.O.B) ]
You've got a lot of problems, i know
I've got a lot of fear in my heart
I'm frozen while i'm watching you go
Knock on your door, asking ""can we restart?""
And maybe it's an issue i'll fix
Or maybe it's a permanent scar
But every time i hear the word ""beauty""
I picture your hands when you're turning your car
And i know that i say this too much
But dammit this shit isn't fair
You were the taste of my toothbrush
I had you each morning and night i was there
You were the notes on my staff
You fit like a glove on my hand
You are the smile on my face
You are the beach to my sand
You make me complete
You made me complete
And now i feel defeated
