read the spark notes of tender hearted gestures wrote by empty hearted lepers and in the bad grammar of these stupid words you'll find i love you so
i may not intellectualize the way we've joined our lives but i am always honest
and we may not be the two our friends look up to but that's not the point of being in love
we're not a nation of two 'cause words can't attempt to paint me and you and i don't care we're not designed to compare all i know is that you're near me always
you're near me always
they say true love doesn't hold a candle to the vices found in life but what is life when there's no one for me, or one for you we're no one so now vicariously we will live through everyone
oh, how fashionably fell the lush lull along they bloat and they swell they're ticking clocks they're just waiting to stop and when they're gone i know you're near me always