Romance is where you find it wandering
Where you find boys with open hearts, lips wanting kisses
Asymmetrical minds full of office work drifting
Melting ice when we release who we truly are, gods
Dreaming of men in wars
Acorns drifting in a cool breeze, worried we will never fit
The coffee is left to turn cold, but I like it
When you take control and everything is going wrong
I\'m hung up and it\'s no good, I\'m no good at remembering
No good at remembering your birthday, your voice
A punch of memory in the worst way
I can\'t resist, crushed up pills swallowing guilt
Come when I wake from dreams, gasping for fresh air
There\'s nothing I can do to allay my suspicion, fears in my mind
I keep thinking your love is killing me
All out of sugar, all out of fun
These days I\'ve been full of fear, but before I was a hurricane of art
In an old train moving so fast I write so bad
I know you love me, but your love means nothing
You were always a bane, wishing me a good night sleep
So fake in my nightmares, so sweet when you\'re mean
I\'m looking for solace, but I don\'t know how to live when I\'m alive
In a sacred place, a different kind of plane.