my heart's in several places.
i only think of you as breaking my heart. i'm trying to keep it together, but i'm falling apart.
i close my eyes, in the darkening shades of grey.. and before i fall asleep to the endless noise of my radio, i ask myself if i gave it my best shot or if i didn't do enough to deserve this kind of feeling where perfect is no where near my vocabulary. cause that's how i usually feel when we're talking late at night. perfect. but somehow, you don't feel the same way. and somehow, i don't either. i want more than anything else to be able to accept that we arent going to go anywhere because we aren't.. are we?
hopefully your imperfections make me see you perfectly, like they're supposed to.
