I can hardly recognize your face: you eyes are swollen shut from the April sunlight. They say love songs are for the brave. Well I have something different to say. I guess.
I write a love song every day for you and I am so scared of everything that ever moved. How can I be brave for you, my friend?
If you told me how to dress and what to say, how to act when you're here and when you're away, maybe you would like me a little more. Or maybe I'd become everything thing you hate.
I write a love song every day for you because you mean so much I would do anything thing for you walk a thousand miles anywhere...
