i keep looking deep, within myself   to find that one word that will make you love me again   but i think that i've only confirmed to myself   that, that one word does not exist   for if it did, you'd be mine and we'd be happy   you're a marvel of nature   how do you sleep at night when the last thing you heard of me   is the sound of my heart breaking      and what about on the bus, with the kiss that killed me   yet made my life so much more beautiful   i swear with all i am    i've never felt lips as soft and comforting as yours      you're a marvel of nature   how do you sleep at night when the last thing you heard of me   is the sound of my heart breaking      notes filled with teenage ramblings of immature love   are all that i have left of you   and it's sad to believe, that dreaming like this   can't bring you to me