This is the same old blood rush with a new touch
We all wet our lips to prepare for the kiss,
But it never came
I am not afraid of anything.
These have been the best and worst times of my entire life, and I wouldn't trade them for anything because
nothing
reminds you that you're alive like
- falling in and out of love
- losing friends
- making friends
- that tight space between your shoulder blades when you want to do nothing more then slap someone across the face but you have to be the bigger person
- the icy calm that settles when their names flash on the caller ID
You trained these lips so they were champs
And now they're itching for a comeback
But it never came
I am not afraid of anything.
These have been the best and worst times of my entire life, and I wouldn't trade them for anything because
nothing
reminds you that you're alive like
- falling in and out of love
- losing friends
- making friends
- that tight space between your shoulder blades when you want to do nothing more then slap someone across the face but you have to be the bigger person
- the icy calm that settles when their names flash on the caller ID
You trained these lips so they were champs
And now they're itching for a comeback