"And I know it's not too sexy that I'm singing about the blessings that we get when we give up ourselves for something good."

Pull myself together.

Pretty mess with a pretty voice,
humming in my ear, drowning out the worlds noise.
Such a pretty one, such a messed up one.

I once was lost, then I was found.
I want to make things better the second time around.
What a precious sound, hearing the words a second time around.

And how well you understand, as if I would back then,
how well they understand that's who I was not who I am.
And I'm not a perfect soul, and I'll fall again I know.

Stee.

I've been thinking about it a lot lately, and, it's been a long time since I've experience something that makes me so happy. That constantly makes me smile. That constantly makes me laugh.
Please don't take that away from me.

My need for them is so great, it causes me to be barely able to breathe right now.
When I think about tomorrow being our last day together, my heart aches.
I'm scared. I can't lose them, not yet.
I can't breathe. I need them.
Please don't take them away from me.

Some people see the glass as half empty, and others just have glasses.