12:04 as my mind plays its albums,
of past last chances and quiet loud volume,
as disappointed as she feels after,
i'm the one living through this disaster,
why wait for the second week to speak?
when your name is closer to my lips then my cheek,
your smile is close to my eyes then my nose,
the future is constantly rewritten i suppose,
if no one knows but you, is it heroic?
i knew to save her future i must blow it,
i know it but if i feel the fast beat from before,
i won't sit quietly aside anymore,
i'll act on my desire, even if it means
it's the end of an era or the beginning of a dream,
at least it's the next step and compared to
you i will never say i was scared to.