I live in notes and photographs and everything iIm holding back, but you're the words that weren't e

I live in notes and photographs and everything iIm holding back, but you're the words that weren't e

You remind me of a song I used to love.
 
You can't go on like you're going to start really living one day, like this is all some preamble to some great life that's magically going to appear. I'm a firm believer that you have to create your own miracles. Don't hold out that there's something better waiting on the other side. It doesn't work that way.

 We were kids back then, as if we could progress, sometimes i, i just can't sleep, thinking of everything we could have been.

 If I had him again, everything would be alright, but nothings alright and nothings okay when you live in a memory.

 Long before I broke your heart, if I lost your respect, I'm just hoping you don't look at me as something you regret.

I don't want to be the one who lets you down, all I did was run myself around. I wish I could have seen through your eyes, maybe then I would have realized I'm the only one whose bleeding for the things I never needed.

Must have been a mountain standing in our way, or some small misunderstanding, we talked about too late, was it in the kitchen or the bedroom, where we let a good thing go? was it destined dreams, or space we needed? I don't know, why'd we say goodbye?

You say it's easier to burn than to build, you say it's easier to hurt than to heal, but i say you lose when you give up what you love, and i've lived my life without you long enough.

Once in a while I get tired of this lifestyle, running around with barely any time to think, once in a while I just want to call you up, just have a day of fun, once in a while I start to dial your number, but then I remember that it's not my place.

sometimes i wonder,
if love is worth fighting for,
then i remember your face,
and i'm ready for war.