I had plans for two tickets
To places we’ve never been
Holding hands with propose
Bringing peace to all lands.
Perhaps my head is a damaged room with scribbled silly sayings smeared sweetly
We all have faults
Baby my anxiety holds all aces from various places with no way it can’t lose
Same thing is what we want, still it feels like nonsense wants to rip us off
Yeah we all have faults
And I know I have my moods
But I still rather have them with you.