Should we talk about the weather, or the storm clouds in your eyes? Should we talk about the way you make me feel deep down inside? I think that maybe we should talk about where we want this to go, ’cause if we aren’t on the same page I would kinda like to know.. Or maybe we can sit and talk about the way it used to be, when all I had to do was breathe and you saw nothing else but me. I never really had to try for you, ’cause things were just that way.. but nowadays I’d like to smile and have you not turn away. I can’t pretend I understand it, but I’ve seen this road before.. the place it takes me leaves me hopeless and more broken than before..