i read the spark notes
of tender hearted gestures
wrote by empty hearted lepers
and in the bad grammar
of these stupid words
you'll find i love you so

i may not intellectualize
the way we've joined our lives
but i am always honest

and we may not be the two
our friends look up to but thats
not the point of being in love

we're not a nation of two
'cause words can't attempt
to paint me and you
and i don't care
we're not designed to compare
all i know is that you're near me always

you're near me always

they say true love dosen't hold a candle
to the vices found in life
but what is life when there's no
one for me, or one for you we're no one
so now vicariously we will live through everyone

oh, how fashionably fell
the lush lull along
they bloat and they swell
they're ticking clocks
they're just waiting to stop
and when they're gone i know you're
near me always

you're near me always