themaninroomfive

standing before me dressed in green we both know a flower will unfurl a beauty unseen set to make leaves curl

well i think all night every day contemplate i still don't understand how i lost my best matewhat did i do wrong to go from a first kiss the arms of happiness to being treated like thisbut baby striving for an answer leaves me more confused than ever for me it's as good as cancer and baby i'm so confusedi can't get my head around this whole mess how after all, my love i still have to suppressblinded by love i thought i walked on eggshells how stupid i was they were bombshells and baby striving for an answer leaves me more confused than ever for me it's as good as cancer and baby i'm so confused

i flew to you was it madness to fight for us to fight for usand you hurt me because you could at it you're so good so damn goodnow it's just like me what am i thinking of how can it be you i still love

someday you'll see you only pain yourself in trying to hurt me

you told me not to judge a book by its cover it's why i unwrapped you a page at a time to find a lover

sometimes i reach out and hold my breath; it's always there for me

you take me to your room, the lights are off and these hands of mine want you they shiver and shake, think of what's to come i hope they,just know what to dowe fall into each other, with a nervous laugh yes, i know i'm a little naive but you dig your nails in my back, show me just how you, i can pleasei don't ever want this to stop practice makes perfect you'll see, of your happiness i'll be the architectyou're breathing gets faster, skin glistens between us there's so much heat with your spine arched right back, i kiss you skin that tastes so sweeti don't ever want this to stop practice makes perfect you'll see, of your happiness i'll be ...

it seems every time i retire to bed another crescendo starts up in my head with oh so many insignificant things the world does pull at my heart strings always out of time does life perform on my heart it's such a terrible storm the perfect anthem to end it all to a lullaby with which to say adieu these songs of thoughts so bad would be enough to send me mad if not for the relief you bring how in my heart your love always does sing always does sing always does sing