Burning like a sentimental letter, full of passion and adjectives
No one around to aim a shallow conversation
The mailbox is empty everyone else is to blame, but I'll be fine
I'll pull out my 99cent notebook and come up with comforting blue lines

Maybe I'm just not my favorite company

But as long as you don't let me down, then I know I will be outside here
Waiting for fictitious hearts and open diaries, just looking back
For the days life didn't make me wanna say:
"Well it looks like I am all alone again"

Another day, I watch it go, a piece of life left outside in the rain
No one around to catch my moment of sincerity
I'm diagnosed invisible by those who do not care, but I'm still here
Wondering where the hell you are now and when you're running back to me