the taste of your breath tells me you've been worrying again   and how i struggle to convince you that you're so much prettier than all of    those punk rock girls that you think i lust after   stars on hips means much less than hands held with conviction   much less than the promise of forever   mean much less than all of this    much less than...   so why are we here   our love has turned   there is blood in your mouth   now is your chance   kiss me like you mean it.