Balance vs. Belief

I never make it out on time.
This watch is getting old.
Thise love is growing cold.
Remember when our hands never went too far away.
Now you've left me and night turns back to day.
The sheets on the bed turn to blue.
These thoughts of love go out to you.
Sunlight pours between the blinds.
It's funny if you look what you can find.
I miss every mistake you ever spoke.
I miss everytime you were around and i would choke.
This kind of feeling, it must be nine in the afternoon.
My insides feel like they are in the mosh.
I can't figure out what it is you do to me.
You make my small lake turn into a sea.
You're my good luck charm.
You're my lucky lottery ticket.
One last kiss for good luck.

XO