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[tobreatheyou]

i took a bus to city hall two days ago and i had my earphones on hoping i'd go blind one way or another. the fray's 'unsaid' eased itself into my ears and my gaze fell upon a truck with your name on it. i rummaged for a piece of paper and pulled a pen out of my bag, on my bail form i scribbled for a whole fifteen minutes, oblivious to anything or anyone around me. i channelled all my energy into keeping those tears in. it was ridiculous. the pain that ensued a single thought, a single incident, a single truck and a song. if i had it my way all our troubles would be gone and you'd have me to tell all your worries to. you wouldnt have to go through all that shit. i wouldnt have to sit here and miss and wonder and reminisce and remember. i wouldnt have to wish every day for you to come to me for help, just so that i'd catch a glimpse of you, hear you say my name, say something in a less disinterested tone.

if i had it my way, if you had it yours.

Not that you're the one
Not to say I'm right
Not to say today
And not to say a thing tonight

But suffice it to say
We're leaving things unsaid
We sing ourselves to sleep
Watching the day lie down instead

And we are leaving some things unsaid
And we are breathing deeper instead

We're both pretty sure
Neither one can tell
We seem difficult
What we got is hard as hell

A hundred thousand words could not quite explain
So I walk you to your car And we can talk it out in the rain

And we are leaving some things unsaid
And we are breathing deeper instead
And we are leaving some things unsaid

I can sing myself to sleep
No more

Not that you're the one
Not to say I'm right
Not to say today
And not to say a thing tonight