I have a song in my heart, but not in my head. 
I don't want to part with these words unsaid. 
I have a song in my heart, and all these word's in my mouth; 
the hardest part is trying to spit them out. 
This is our time and I don't want to throw it all away. 
I swear this time that I'll mean every word I say. 
I know it's hard to leave and simply look away. 
I've got to go but I want to stay. 
I'll miss you more and more each day.
If there was a way for the fireworks in the sky 
to guarantee some meandering wish to come true, 
than I'd wait around for every 11:11 and hackle 
the gods of pattern and possibility. 
With every second handshake 
I just watch the channels change in the mirror, 
each one clearer than the last. 
I still see the need to fiddle 
with the reception until I like what I see. 
Nothing is ever good enough for me.