Beyond a lip reader, not easy to trip the meter
Don’t fight the fact that it’s the fact you fight for what to some may not seem “Right”…
A backwards violin and noise of a jet engine, The only sounds as she takes it all in
Fighting fear with vodka as she ends up dreaming on the carpet
Cat tails on the runway, they pass an empty freight car on the tarmac
As they roll towards the setting sun wondering if she’ll ever get her heart back
Stolen by a boy uncertain, Kept in a box beneath the bed with all the other precious possessions

Barely Twenty Five, Already with laugh lines from all the good times
Bruised ego and a broken heart with heavy scars and some stitches
but she keeps moving forward because the heart keeps ticking

If you don’t know what you want in the first place then keep your hands in your pockets. Don’t reach for the girl who’s steadfast, stubborn and comes with a high tolerance
No shrinking violet, Just misunderstood without a place to call home
Don’t try to hold her hand when you can’t even hold your own
Forever is just an empty promise / I’m not going anywhere is just a lie
And in that case since I asked let me just turn around after handing you the knife

Barely Twenty Five, already laugh lines from all the good times
Bruised ego and a broken heart with heavy scars and some stitches
but she keeps moving forward because the heart keeps ticking