but I know you're half of me and
it doesn't add up, because you don't see it that way
I don't understand because you put your hand in mine and said it would stay there.
wayward me, wayward you
separate ways/ 500 days
Arabian nights, a kiss with a fist and dreams of flying these days it's all grey brain drain
nothing new - how hard is it to:
decide to be in a good mood, and then just be in one? is it that easy to please me, myself and I
as well as you?
truth be told, you annoy me
throwing your toys out of the pram
you're no man you’re no no woman no cry
you're a kid and we’re kidding ourselves
that we'll be alright, that we'll be something more
sawdust in your hair and caring more
about how not to lose me than your own sanity
give it up, sunshine
shine on come along come in/comedown
brain dead/chickentown all over again
you're half of me
no matter how differently I try to see it
and the thing is that honestly?
I really, really, really, really,
really wish you weren't