Lying down on the pavement so happy. Seeming to be in balance but how could that be. Really I must be jealous don? t tell me. I just gotta leave the broken pieces or it? ll be the death of me. Six long years and seven heartbreaks. Broken strings and countless outtakes why?. Never thought that I would follow through. Got a working title somewhere. And I know one day I? ll get there I? m. Grasping here. I? m looking out for a simple kind of true. Don? t know what I am waiting for. I? m holding out for a simple kind of true. At least some kind of a metaphor. It? s simple simple and it? s true. We got much to do. No excuses they? re just useless. We? ve got much to do. I? d say you hung the moon if they ask me. You help me so the plot won? t get past me. Sometimes the obvious cannot be seen. At least not by me. Six long years and seven heartbreaks. Broken strings and countless outtakes why?. Never thought that I would follow through. Got a working title somewhere. And I know one day I? ll get there I? m. Grasping here. Remember all of the times. When we couldn? t make up our minds. Hours and years disappear