Every time you string two words on a guitar, I know why four days were never enough.
Every time I wake, only to see my dream in day light, I realize that this could not be more tough.
When you say exactly what no one else will and you're brutally harsh, I know that no matter how hurtful it is, you will always be a class apart.
When I close my eyes to think of what we could have shared, I want it to end, that which did not start.
And when I'm dutifully casual when I should be mad at, I know, you know I'm deceiving.
And every time you prove me for what I am, I know I deserve what I'm receiving.
If I were to say that I want you back now, would you think it is worth believing?
I think not, for you know, my reason and rhyme have no depth nor meaning.
Every time I wake, only to see my dream in day light, I realize that this could not be more tough.
When you say exactly what no one else will and you're brutally harsh, I know that no matter how hurtful it is, you will always be a class apart.
When I close my eyes to think of what we could have shared, I want it to end, that which did not start.
And when I'm dutifully casual when I should be mad at, I know, you know I'm deceiving.
And every time you prove me for what I am, I know I deserve what I'm receiving.
If I were to say that I want you back now, would you think it is worth believing?
I think not, for you know, my reason and rhyme have no depth nor meaning.
So every time I string two words on a paper, I know why four days are never enough.
Every time I wake, to feel loss at day-break, I know this could not be more tough.
