You’re the words that come out easy, and I’m speechless at best… Your star it seems to shine above the rest… You’re the face before the cameras, the smile I’d like to earn. The closest thing to perfect in a Hollywood to burn. You’re the beauty that is deeper than eyes can mearly see. You’re the closest thing to perfect, but the farthest thing from me. I’d love to be the shoulder that cry on, and I’d the love to be the friend you call when things are great.
You’re the dream that hasn’t ended, and I’m still anxious for rest. You’re words they seem to hang above me head…. You’re the song that writes a story that leaves a lot to read… The closest thing to perfect but the farthest thing from me…
Like I really deserve a chance to sit across the table and tell you that I think you’re wonderful, and I think you’re something special. I guess this is my only chance to say I wish I knew you, because I’m sure you’re wonderful, if I get to know you…
This is by far the best Juliana Theory song, ever. It so emotional, without being “emo”. Fuck emo. The Juliana Theory has been in my stereo for the past 6 hours, and I’ve been listening to every song, over and over. I don’t know why, I’ve been in such a bad mood.
I just can’t seem to pull out of it…
Last night, I went to seventeenth street and sat on lifeguard tower number 14 for an hour… I just talked… to the lights in the middle of the Pacific. I don’t know what else to do anymore. I really wish I could just walk away from this hell… This hell I call life. I’ve tried, so many times… I just need, a sign.
In your eyes I see a darkness that torments you, and in your head where it dwells. I’d give you my hand if you reach out and grab it… Let’s walk away from this hell.
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