TIme is not real. But if it was, this would be bad timing.

It's not the distance, it's the little things that are keeping us apart

And it's the big things keeping us from the little things

And it's the past keeping the big things in the present

And it's our pride keeping our past quiet

and the silence could be broken

but it won't

Be careful what you wish for

I secretly wanted you to

I secretly wanted you too

My mom thought you were a hobo digging through the garbage.

Thankyou for making it easier to listen

because every country has misunderstood middle class white boys that can only express their feelings through songs.

and it could not make me happier.

If It Kills Me

This place is beautiful
and you are so distant
It sounds so familar
like laying on the ballroom floor
but we did it just for the attention
or did we?

are you awake
are you alive
can you feel
can you heal
can you save
can you stay
I want it all
I want to give it all away

In these places that we've come to fear the most
I want you to come with me
but I might be okay if you don't
I want your words to fix me
But I might be okay on my own

I don't know enough portuguese to rhyme in it

This night needs no persuading
Noone here is hesitating
lack of words to press the issue
its getting heavy when I still miss you
but sticks and stones are still around
tripping those already down
bites and wounds and cuts and fear
and all the people we left back there
still around but not the same
like ghosts that haunt but cannot stay
we dont do it for the fame or glory
we just do it for the scars and stories
And for all the vanity we share
I really hope thats about her
because my metronome beats just fine
to all the songs we left behind.