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.