i can look until my eyes turn from brown to blue and pretend every girl 

that i see isn't you does it change a thing? we're hopelessly waiting for 

that letter to arrive well i haven't sent it i'm alone with a pen and paper 

for the present it's evident my perfect descent it began at the end and 

as i looked ahead can't even take the first step can't even try to pretend 

it's all in reverse that bad day got worse your anger insecurity pushed 

me away and i should have known everything i learned that day but you can 

never know until you try never know until you try has it changed nothing 

at all i think i'll try from now on not to start at the end get the conclusion 

first and then the middle begin do you think it will work for me? breathe 

out before you suck in maybe i'll try to smoke again it seems to have worked 

for you when you wanted me and i wanted you and it was such a simple singular 

point of view an equal equation adds one and one, two one and one, two