I like it    I don't like it

I've spent so much time throwing rocks at your window

That I never even knocked on the front door


I walk by statues never even made one chip

but if i could leave a mark on the monument of the heart

I just might lay myself down for a little more than I had the last day

the last day,

the last day.


Wait a time to spare these lies we tell ourselves

These days have come and gone

But this time is sweeter than honey