Dismantle. Repair.

One last glance in a taxi cab
Images scar my mind
Four weeks have felt like years
Since your full attention was all mine
The night was young and so were we Talked about life, God, death, and your family
Did not want any promises,
Just my undivided honesty, and you said
Oh, things are going to change now for the better
Oh, things are going to change
I am the patron saint of lost causes
A fraction of who I once believed (change)
It"s only a matter of time
Opinions I would try and rewrite
If life had background music playing your song
I have got to be honest, I tried to escape you
But the orchestra plays on, and they sang
Oh, things are going to change now for the better
And oh, things are going to change
Hands, like secrets, are the hardest thing to keep from you
Lines and phrases, like knives, your words can cut me through
Dismantle me down (repair)
You dismantle me You dismantle me Give me time to prove
Prove I want the rest of yours (prelude)
Call this a prelude to a lifetime of you
It"s not that I hang on every word
I hang myself on what you repeat
It"s not that I keep
hanging on
I"m never letting go Hands, like secrets, are the hardest thing to keep from you
Lines and phrases, like knives, your words can cut me through
Dismantle me down (repair)
You dismantle me You dismantle me Save me from myself
Save me from myself
Help me save me from myself
Save me from myself
Oh, things are going to change now for the better
And oh, things are going to change
Hands, like secrets, are the hardest thing to keep from you
Lines and phrases, like knives, your words can cut me through
Dismantle me down (repair)
You dismantle me You dismantle me