Hey Mister
I found your words buried in this book
I found that heart you etched
I sketched it on my arm to see how it would look
If I were to say I love you
Cold hands holding my hand
This isn't how we planned
Is it ever going to be good enough?
maybe I'm just not as tough
Or you're riding in the safe lane
So neither of us is to blame for the crash
It's funny how you laugh
When I'm serious about spending tomorrow without you
Just to do something without you
I'll stamp your silly little etch all over town
I'll be your indescribable clown
I'll let you down
So I can watch you laugh
As we subtly crash
If I were to say I love you
