To call this art, it would be pretentious
I can't find the words to say
We could make them think us so contentious
I'm so awkward when I throw my words away
Maybe you and I could be together
But I guess that all depends Every night
This stories based on true events
By my side
We work to keep up the suspense
Why can't we hold the songs that we write true
Let's burn it down and we can start brand new Remind me once again why you're relentless
Dahlia my dear I swear we'll find a way If we could be there tomorrow would you take a chance?