Rediscovering Relient K was the best part of my daaaay.

We should get jerseys 'cause we make a good team
But yours would look better than mine, 'cause you're outta my league.
And I know that it's so cliche to tell you that everyday
I spend with you is the new best day of my life.
Everyone watching us just turns away with disgust.
It's jealously, they can see that we've got it going on.

And I'm racking my brain for a new improved way
to let you know you're more to me than what I know how to say.
You're okay with the way this is going to be,
this is going to be the best thing we've ever seen.

If anyone can make me a better person, you could.
All I gotta say is I must've done something good.
I came along one day and you rearranged my life,
All I gotta say is I must've done something right.
I must've done something right.

Maybe I'm just lucky, 'cause it's hard to believe
Believe that somebody like you'd end up with someone like me.
And I know that it's so cliche to talk about you this way
But I'll push all my inhibitions aside.
It's so very obvious to everyone watching us
That we have got something real good going on.

And I'm racking my brain for a new improved way
To let you know you're more to me than what I know how to say.
You're okay with the way this is going to be,
this is going to be the best thing we've ever seen.

If anyone can make me a better person, you could.
All I gotta say is I must've done something good.
I came along one day and you rearranged my life,
All I gotta say is I must've done something right.
I must've done something right.


♥ 

" change " doesn't exist for you

From where I sit the moon is in plain view.
This makes me wonder, are you watching it too?


It's a sudden comfort to know we share this star.
We may not know each other, but from the moon we are equally as far.


Disregarding the circumstances, you and I are the same.
If life hands you a second chance, I'll prove to be proud of my last name. 

- a blip in the existence of a structure vast and great.

I will scream out your name until my throat bleeds
to remind you of all the lies you made me believe. 
Then I will drop to my knees, and wait for sunrise,
feel the heat of my anger in the sting of my eyes.


When I wake up, I'll start over again,
stare in the mirror and beg for an end.
Please, let me go. My life has no meaning.
Somewhere inside me, there's a beauty I'm not seeing.


All I can do is weep, my body is slowly being drained of life.
I will curl up into a pathetic heap, and wait my turn to die.

giving up is for the weak.

Take back your actions.
Take back your words.
Just take a second and acknowledge the hurt that you've caused.


Peer into my mind,
touch my heart with your hands.
Fill the gaps that you left in my life. 

- profound grief

It hurts like Hell, but it will never be enough.
And if you couldn't tell I'm addicted to the rush
that corresponds with the pain, and the flowing blood 
that is carried through these veins. But if I had your touch..


I could make believe that these scars would fade with the passing of time;
I would stare intently as the clock unwinds,
and take note of my skin being freed of the marks that were meant to last forever.
If you gave me but one chance - I would prove to be better.


Because I am no longer certain that the ground beneath me will always be there;
the sky above my head will remain clear; 
the eyes I possess will rest at night;
this pain will keep me satisfied;
my lips will only speak the truth;
or that I can stay strong enough to make it through.


I beg you to step up and reveal everything that stirs behind that calm, collection -
Open up and hold your heart in my direction.
Don't concern yourself with uncertainty,
I'm willing to give you everything entirely.

History repeats itself ;

and I can recall exactly how it felt when you took everything away from me.


Must you now claw at old wounds  
and disturb the peace I have found?


I'll bleed regret. 


I cannot help but stress the lack of satisfaction you will receive from this.
I refuse to let you win. Again.


I am a victim of my own shameful tears.
Let them fall.
Let me drown the insecurities that clutch my throat.


Defined by this cold isolation, 
I suffocate on the words I will not speak.
I hold them captive behind the smile I fake so well.


I can't take it - can't you tell? 


This is the end.

I dare you to live.

If I died tonight, I would go in peace.

I would take you with me.

You would face your past, I'd confront myself;

Darling, we'd make history.

Death is a privilege that we have abused,

repent to this darkness or be consumed.