Turn down the headlights and look my way.   We'll tell our parents the best of things   no matter, how awful they seem.   The sickness of a family.   Trace your eyes wake and retrieve,   the morning sun can look so mean,   The color.   Kiss your head don't say a thing,   we'll live forever in books darling.   It's the secrets beneath the leave i keep with me.   I'm falling up and down   and I'll never write the letter,   I wish you could read, the words perfectly.