we could commit the perfect crime
im a sucker for the sweet talkers
the ones that treat me right
the ones that call randomly
or to just say goodnight
the ones that pull my hair back
loosely behind my ears
the ones that challenge me
and make me face my fears
These nights I get high just from breathing
When i lie here with you
I'm sure that I'm real like that firework over the freeway
I could stay here all day,
but thats not how you feel.
And all the lonely nights
and all the crushing scenes
and all the pointless fights
Someone tell me what it means
Someone tell me why hearts break
I'm giving up on happy endings.