Beginning is not quite easy without the right line,
how can you ever know how I feel about my mind
when all I ever want is to show the world you’re mine?
True love is surviving through the spread cracks on our wall,
we’re the tidal wave blowing away the leaves that fall.
Swear we’ll take it all, we’ll take it all, we’ll take it all.
Lost in a world of broken love- misconception of what beauty really is.
The scars that healed and the wounds that sealed- disproving all but showing this love is real.
Romance never died, we hid it to preserve its tact.
We’ll blow the world away because love was never about the perfection,
but rather the porcelain stroked by the cracked surface,
like your skin by my fingers, and your lips with mine. Know this:
if only love is all maroon, I’ll send my postcards to your heart.
Let your lips know I’m coming soon.