Start taking notes, I got some things to express. It not just touch that is my one love language I might just try to push every single button, And hope that somehow you won't get upset. I commandeered this little thing we've kept. Much like the sound of running out of breath, We've never had the chance and have not felt The peace that comes with breathing for ourselves. I write melodies to help me digest That scattered symphony inside of my head. Composing thoughts is complementary breakfast, But never learned to eat such sad concept. I write melodies to help me forget My constant need to make my songs perfect. In all these emotions that I've yet to process, I'll write a happy song with sad concepts. (Sad concepts) (Sad concepts) All of my friends will never seem to forget. The anger deep in me, it still exists. So I take note of all my messed up fits In hopes that some knows I'm just like this. The wine was just for me to confess I wanted more than just a close knit friend. I never said a word but you knew what I meant. I thought that kissing you would make more sense. I write melodies to help me digest That scattered symphony inside of my head. Composing thoughts is complementary breakfast, But never learned to eat such sad concept. I write melodies to help me forget My constant need to make my songs perfect. In all these emotions that I've yet to process, I'll write a happy song with sad concepts. (Sad concepts)