How we try to be nice Living life like a piece of pie I create love on every turn I pray the lord for a better heart I hope you are happy now With the one who will never leave you alone Colour me purple with songs on injured souls Find those feelings at the end of a bottle Create intention in the arms of a stranger Text me the end of a perfect story Bring me back from my three day buzz My ultimate obsession, twisted in with all my demons Perfect sun sets for a perfect goodbye text My mind lost in Deja vu of you taking off the tools Let's forget the past for there more wrong turns on the way Broken heart yet not so far to a point of running out of love