Breathe in for luck, breathe in so deep…
Man, I hate feeling so nervous. I haven’t seen her in three weeks. I seems so long, but not long enough to justify the butterflies. Just don’t keep staring at the sun, this is a long drive west, I need to keep my vision.

My hope is so high that your kiss might kill me, so won’t you kill me, so I die happy…
Why do I feel scared? This is stupid, I’m 19! I’m not a little boy with a school crush. Man, I don’t know if I’m going crazy, or if I’m in love.

My heart is yours to fill or burst, to break or bury, or wear as jewelry, which ever you prefer…
Damn your high voice, Chris. I wish I could sing this stuff for her.

Listening to this song on repeat for 3 hours, I don’t know if its giving me courage, hope, or making me even more nervous. I’m almost there.

Awesome, she’s waiting outside for me.
And you kissed me like you meant it,
and I knew that you meant it,
that you meant it,
that you meant it,
and I knew that you meant it,
that you meant it