Beginnings of things I won't know how to end.

Yeah, well maybe I hurt you sometimes, but let's contrast and compare. Lift up your shirt, the wound isn't there.

Someone should come here to tell you it's over. Someone should have been here to tell you it never began.

We believe every lie and say we'll be friends, but how long will it last before we scratch all the scripts and rework the cast.

It's in our nature to complicate,  but in the end it's the casualties  that carry all the weight.

You're going to have to start using that brain of yours to access that talent of yours to show that beautiful heart of yours.

Maybe the soul is a suitcase that holds the backup plan -  A collection of keys and the patience we need  To start again.  Maybe it's the thresholds that swallow us whole  As we learn to let go,  In spite of the dirt on our clothes.

I think the finish line's a good place we could start.

Just when the ground is crumbling away  From under your bare feet  I'll toss you a line and pull you up  Won't let you admit defeat You're radiance has never failed  Has never ceased to shine  I'll be there like you've been for me Until the end of time.