To grasp you like you’re the last thing in my world.

Let's not spill the truth, it's easier being alone.
Everytime I think of you, I feel shot through with a bolt of blue. My body & positions are lost at sea. You got so alone at times, that it just make sense. These are just ghosts that broke my heart before I met you. Why do I smile, at people I'd rather kick in the eye? Say what's on your mind. If you are willing to chase me I promise I would run slow. I've been telling lies, but I'll tell you the truth. We can dream our lives away. Hickory dickory dock, the mouse ran up the clock.