i took a walk with the palm trees, as the daylight fell.

sangria in a cantine, talking to myself.

this tattoo on my left hand, is turning purplish blue.

daydreams of the romance, daydreams of you.

a pretty woman in a ball gown, he's standing there in his tux.

getting married at the courthouse, writing vows in a rush..

making out before the judge, with his teenaged wife.

got a wedding band on , that i just might die with.

its an american wedding, they dont mean too much..

but we were so in love..

who's that talking in my library? is that YOU..

no i wont put you out.. cause what would this place be without my muse?

nothing special, every book in here i wrote..

some im not too proud of. some i wish i could burn

so many pages i wrote, wish i could revise them..

but there's no erasing. & the best advice i got is to keep writing..

& keep living.. yeah,

& keep loving..

& when the ink dries, & when the pages turn to dust, so will i.

who's that laughing in my library? is that you?

no i wont put you out, cause what would this place be without your smile?

nothing special, but i fell in love with you boy..

you let yourself inside, with no respect for privacy..

said there's too much on my mind. and you ripped out a page.

& set that shit on flames, i quit writing..

i kept living.. & i kept loving..

& when the ink dries, & when the pages turn to dust, so will we..