Maybe The Best We Can Hope For

Don't Tell Me You're Not Beautiful. You're The Kind Of Beautiful The Blind Would See If We Could Figure Out Some Way To Give Them Three Seconds Of Sight.

I Will Not Stop. I Will Not Slow Down. I Will Not Pull Over To Ask For Directions. I Will Build The Road That Takes Me Where I Want To Be And I Will Drive, Drive, Drive. I Will Drive Until The Vehicle Around Me Breaks Down, Falls Apart And Tumbles Into Useless Debris... And Then I Will Walk.

A Question Like “do You Love Me?” Was An Itch Our Doctors Told Us Not To Scratch.

What I Said Was I’ll Miss You What I Meant To Say Was I Love You What I Wanted To Say Was That I Meant What I Said And It’s Funny How All Those Things I Could Have Said Flooded My Head After We Said Goodbye And I Should Have Told You I’d Be Willing To Hold You Until My Flesh Crumbles Into Bone Because I’m Willing To Die Alone But God Knows I Don’t Want To Live That Way.

Our Lives Will Only Ever Always Continue To Be A Balancing Act That Has Less To Do With Pain And More To Do With Beauty.