i can look until my eyes turn from brown to blue and pretend every girl that i see isn't you does it change a thing? we're hopelessly waiting for that letter to arrive well i haven't sent it i'm alone with a pen and paper for the present it's evident my perfect descent it began at the end and as i looked ahead can't even take the first step can't even try to pretend it's all in reverse that bad day got worse your anger insecurity pushed me away and i should have known everything i learned that day but you can never know until you try never know until you try has it changed nothing at all i think i'll try from now on not to start at the end get the conclusion first and then the middle begin do you think it will work for me? breathe out before you suck in maybe i'll try to smoke again it seems to have worked for you when you wanted me and i wanted you and it was such a simple singular point of view an equal equation