she has a heart   that belongs in rooms   for people like me   to stare and look into      beautiful and real   more real than me   i only wish i had   the lungs to swim that deep      it's not just one   moment or phrase   that makes it crumble   i swear i could almost taste it   just outside of reach   right in front of me      i've built these walls   higher than i should   but each brick that's laid   can be burned like wood   and maybe they should      chorus      right in front of me... right in...      the sadest songs are made like this   a shotgun rifle set to miss   if we bite our tongues and hold our breath   long eoughwe might taste the rest   a wishful knife kills the fall   and a mouthful of courage will end it all   and sometimes that's just the way it ends...      chorus      not every story's sad   some aren't even good   some don't end at all   but most end like they should.