the first time i met younni swore that i could leave younnwhenever i triednni swore that this meant nothing at all at bestnnyou were a dying flamennthe second time we kissed oh i was shatterednnleft in a confused heap on the floornnlord, help me i was woundednnyou led me astray and then brought me back homenni know i was lonely butnnit was never why i stayednnlooking back i shake my headnnin utter confusionnntwo years later i’m still herennand you, my only onennand you, my only onenni wake up each morning early with you asleepnnand stumble around the bednni try not to wake you while making my coffeenni smile as i trip on your dressnnand love this is so mundanennbut lord, it makes me weaknnchorusnnlater in life as i cry by your bedsidennholding your hand while your sun slowly setsnni remember the life we led oh through the darknessnnfumbling around like inept innocentsnnand though you may leave me nownni cannot help but thinknnthough this life is short and sadnnand ever creeping bynnas long as i’m in love with younnyou cannot ever diennyou cannot ever die...n