I want to be the sunlight, streaming through your window
first thing in the morning when you wake
i want to be the airplane that u hijack
and then ride into the ground
I know im nothing much to speak of
im broken in so many places
i don’t think even you can fix it
I don’t want to be your drugs i want to be your rehabilitation
i want to be the reason for you o wake
i want you to be the one holding my hand
when im closing my eyes…
for the last time
Im broken in so many places
i don’t even think you can fix it
and my hopes rest, where your pretty face is…
here is my heart, be gentle when you breaking it.