well you started off you were flying in the air drunk without a care on the love of somebody out there and your heart did pound every time you d hear the sound of your true love queened and crowned and the flowers were smelling like heaven there were walks in the park there were kisses in the dark and proverbial sparks that always precede failure and your heart did fly and your soul was telling lies and you never asked why this couldn t all last forever and there were granted wishes and heartbreaking bitches and a world too inanimate to grab you by your britches and say that you don t ever want to be in love again there were days in the sand we just kissed and held hands dreamed utopic foreign lands where we d live together forever and time was a blur punctuated with a stir it was always cause of her and always was never enough you start thinking about all the times you ve spent without it begets a seed of doubt in the clockwork peach in your soul and your memories bleed and your pulse is gaining speed all these thoughts are a disease and poetry s one of the flesh and there were granted wishes and heartbreaking bitches and a world too inanimate to grab you by your britches and say that you don t ever want to be in love again now the world seems strange all your thoughts are rearranged and you re feeling quite estranged oh i hate remembering vacation now you re distorting pictures and dislodging fixtures and creating mixtures of truth and reality and your heart s palpitating as your world s disintegrating you begin to start hating the things that make life life and every time you dream of better all you end up getting is worse and the ability to truly see the changes in your life could be the ultimate encompassing curse but intrinsically humanity cannot end on such tragedy so here it is the silvery verse oh i must sing that there are prom night dresses and fairytale princesses and a world too inanimate to openly confess all its sins love s the 