This Is To The (uh-uh) Intertwined Souls

The Hands I've Been Trying To Hold

This Is To The (uh-uh) Love That I Lost

And All The Troubling Thoughts Of How I Got Double-crossed

And This Is To The (uh-uh) Divorce I Was Forced To Settle With

And The Remorse I Fought Off With Metal Fists

And This Is To The (uh-uh) Wet, Watery Kiss I Left You With

On Your Porch As I Watched Your Trembling Lips



This Is To The... Memory Of Our Early Years

The First Girl I Shared Feelings With

And It's The Realest Thing I'd Experienced In My Short Existence

And I Ain't Afraid To Admit

Cause Love Is One Of The Things That Doesnt Come With An Age Limit

Now Does It? In Fact I'ma Have To Say I'm More Keen To Feel Such Things

Hopeless Things I'd Lost In A Smokescreen Of Meaningless Fucking

Touching Without Touching, Candles In The Dark

Casting Shadows On Our Parents Battles, This Is For The Romantics At Heart

It Wasn't Long Before I Held You More Then My Pen

When I Wasn't Writing Songs, It Was Something Like

"Forever And Always, Whenever Those Songs Play..."

I Remember Empty Hallways

Or Your Image That Descended From The Top Floor Became An Echo

I Paid The Price For Those Hard Things, And Couldn't Afford To Let Go

From A Passive Debt, I'm Past Regret

Did You Know I Dreamt About You Before We Met?

Remembering Our First Kiss, And It Ain't Even Happened Yet

Recollecting Your Set, And I Wasn't Even Given The Chance To Forget

I Guess That's The Magic Of It

Now Every Rehashed Subject's Displaying What I Wrote

On Cafe Napkins To The Public

To Get It Over And Done With, Closure Hath Cometh

My Shoulders Are Plummeted From Holding These Buckets

Hold Your Laughs Till I Go Back To The Tunnels Of Paris

Where I Wrote Half Of These Paragraphs... But Fuck It



This Is To My Ten Year Story, In Another Decade

You Better Be Better Prepared For Me

In The First Four Years, You Were All Ears

Then For The Next Six, You Left Me For T