Non-Fiction

That was the best summer of my life

My heart never beat faster and I

can't honestly say that I wasn't In love

what is it anyway

An idea beaten to death by reality

when all we will ever be is buried in notions of ideally

together is better and fighting is fine

I'll love you forever, and not forget time

spent next to you however short

this one is completely about you so please smile

We lasted this long, I think we can take on a lifetime

I'm not trying to string you along

because strings are for puppets and you can't be held down

I'm not lying so try to believe

the best part is I'm happy, but if it kills you it will kill me

We are poster children for how to balance this scene

And maybe it hurts at time but at least it's not fake

when the bass begins and the drums kick in and your next to me

It couldn't be anyone else

The music will bind us eternally

For better or worse, whatever the label

There's still songs to be sung

So Martin was right

Maybe two is better than one.

But two one's make 11.