One last glance from a taxicab
Images scar my mind for weeks have felt like years
Since your full attention was all mine
The night was young and so were we
Talked about life, God, death and your family
Didn't want any promises just my undivided honesty
And you said things are going to change for the better
I am the patron saint of lost causes
A fraction of who I once believed
Change, only a matter of time
Opinions I would like to try and rewrite
If life had background music playing your song
I have got to be honest I tried to escape you
But the orchestra plays on
And they sang things are going to change now for the better
Hands like secrets are the hardest thing to keep from you
Lines and phrases like knives your words can cut me through
Dismantle me down repair you dismantle me
Give me time to prove
Prove I want the rest of yours
Prelude, call this a prelude to a lifetime of you
It's not that I hang on every word
I hang myself on what you repeat
It's not that I keep hanging on
I'm never letting go
Hands like secrets are the hardest thing to keep from you
Lines and phrases like knives your words can cut me through
Dismantle me down repair you dismantle me
Save me from myself
Help me save me from myself
Things are going to change for the better
Hands like secrets are the hardest thing to keep from you
Lines and phrases like knives your words can cut me through
Dismantle me down repair you dismantle me
