I really think there’s something that’s the matter with my eyes. It seems that everything they see turns into perfect little lies. They say they see right through me and they get me so confused that when we met, they almost wrecked me because you’re too good to be true. I was lucky when I met you, lucky when you took me back, lucky when I lie beside you every morning in the sack. Now it’s almost kind of funny how we almost said goodbye before we even said hello, and now I almost cry.
I also think there’s something that’s the matter with my ears. It seems whatever people tell me isn’t close to what I hear. If you tell me that you love me, then I’m pretty sure you cursed, and if you tell me that I’m good, I’m pretty sure that I’m the worst. I had always thought that I’d have made it by now, I’d always thought I’d be successful, but I didn’t know how. Didn’t know that you would save me, didn’t know why you would try. To think I thought I hadn’t made it, now I almost cry.
I sometimes get the feeling that I don’t know how to feel. I get this numbness in my fingers and my heart just turns to steel. But then you took my hand, and then you held it to your face, and my fingers started twitching and my heart began to race. Do you want to stand together before everyone we know? Do you want to hold each other and then never let go? Just thinking of forever used to make we want to hide. Now if I ever think of losing you, I cry and cry.