the ballad of jude and lucy.

hearts are made of paper, dangerously thin and easy to tear so make sure you tread carefully when making your mark. crushes are just left on there, scribbled with pencil (complete with an eraser; free of charge) but you can bet on your damn life that love is in ink. worn as a tattoo. those will never go away.

don't kiss me and not mean it. i don't fall for the hell of it and this heart and been cut and bruised and battered enough that it could be considered a world war three battle ground.
i just want peace.
i thought love > (was more than) war but because of my mistakes and the ones i let my guard down to i've learned that it's more like love = (equals) war. i'm not a fighter but i'm beginning to think that maybe i should be.

where is my jude? sing all of your na na na's and i'll be in in the back of the venue with the sun in my eyes.
lucy's heart is torn, maybe you should let her into yours as a safty net. she's falling, spiraling in a downward motion with no place to land.
let the girl with kaleidoscope eyes under your skin.

thump thump thump silence. one of these days my heart's going to give out from caring so much, loving so hard. what's wrong with me?
screwed is an understatement.
"that's what you get when you let your heart win". i don't want it to win anymore. what exactly is the danger in losing? i should listen to my mind over my heart, but that's difficult too since you're haunting my head as well.
it wasn't supposed to be this hard.

two seperate directions.
i'm standing at a crossroad and i don't know which way to go. backwards is an option but it leaves me miserable. i'm through with that part in my life but i'm stuck in it for just a little longer as i stare at the fork in the road infront of me.
you're safe.
he's not.
wait, are you safe? i'm not even so sure about that. i fear the other way is dark and dangerous and there is a light in your direction, but i'm through with false advertising.
don't lie to me.

teach me guitar chords and maybe one day i'll write a song for you about running through rows of speeding cars. my hands are clumsy but not when they're in yours.