I wrote a script of my love for you.
It’s not original, nothing new;
Yet still the words ring as true
as if they’d first spilled from my pen
before Shakespeare immortalized them.
Perhaps all love, if true, is the same
just different.
I wrote a script of my love for you.
It’s not original, nothing new;
Yet still the words ring as true
as if they’d first spilled from my pen
before Shakespeare immortalized them.
Perhaps all love, if true, is the same
just different.
Dancing with you.
Dancing with you in Albertson’s,
Target, in my apartment too.
Dancing with you in the kitchen,
The bedroom, at the San Diego Zoo.
Dancing with you makes my heart smile,
My body flutter, and all the cares of the day
No longer worth while.
Therefore it’s no wonder that
Dancing with you is my favorite thing to do.
Everyday is Today
Except for the Yesterdays
And Tomorrows,
But I’m starting to think
Those aren’t actually real anyway.
It’s funny how there’s always a better time
Than Now,
Than Today.
But those times never come.
They aren’t real.
There is no time
but Now.
L.A. lights never shine quite as bright as in the movies
Still wanna go?
‘Cause something here
In the way, in the way that we’re constantly moving
Reminds you of home
So you’re taking these pills
For to fill up your soul
And you’re drinking them down with cheap alcohol
And I’d be inclined to be yours for the taking
And part of this terrible mess that you’re making
But me, I’m the catalyst
When you say love is a simple chemical reaction
Can’t say I agree
‘Cause my chemical, yeah, left me a beautiful disaster
Still love’s all I see
So I’m taking these pills for to fill up my soul
And I’m drinking them down with cheap alcohol
And you’d be inclined to be mine for the taking
And part of this terrible mess that I’m making
But you, you’re the catalyst
You’ll be the vein
You’ll be the pain
You’ll be the scar
You’ll be the road, rolling below
The wheels of a car
And all of the thoughts, on God
Don’t know if I’m strong enough now
You’ll be the vein
You’ll be the pain
You’ll be the
Catalyst
These L.A. lights, no no,
They don’t shine quite as bright as back in Frisco
Do you wanna go?
Still wanna go