Verse 1:
Incredible reactions to impossible schemes
She's possibly a dream

I don't deserve any measure of her
I love the way she sees through me


Chorus:
All I can say are cliché phrases that just take up your time
All this writing amounts to simple words that tend to rhyme

I've stared perfection in the eyes
(Am I a waste of time?)
((Were you a waste of time?))


Verse 2:
Not predictable, but consistent

We're not naïve, but certainly young
Well, we're not that young
As the ink stains on my hands,

And my hands begin to warm hers,
Why is it so difficult to put emotions into words?


Bridge:
Open your mind
We've painted on our smile lines

Open your heart and focus on
Whose patient hands made this creation