another extreme
i took one out
and fought with the idea of giving in
there's the problem of perfection
and there is always something
when i hear an accent
or need someone to listen
i'm right in her
arms
or jumping off buildings
we are still
just a memory
living with and without her
from one extreme to another
just another
extreme
i got away
but not fast enough, she's burning up
in my eyes it's all i can see
to think that this was just nothing
getting back to my story
the words aren't the same
the colors have changed
the colors have changed