I've become obsessed with loving it all,
because it's all or nothing,
and I'm doing my best to make it all fall right into place.

The last stop on this one way train,
I'm getting off on a lonely lane,
and as I watch the platform, I feel pain.
Giving it time so it can sink,
the realization that I won't ever see your face again.
...and I'm not letting this one be the worst,
while it certainly will not be the first.
Still, time after time, this always hurts,
it's like a pain so sharp it tears right through my shirt.

I've become obsessed with loving it all,
because it's all or nothing,
and I'm doing my best to make it all fall right into place.

Is this a dream or is this real?

A mid-day walk takes me right by
the places where we used to lye
and watch the planes cut through the sky.
But you've moved on, and now everything has changed,
nothing will ever be the same as when we were young.
...and I'm not letting this one be the worst,
while it certainly will not be the first.
Still, time after time, this always hurts,
it's like a pain so sharp it tears right through my shirt.

I've become obsessed with loving it all,
because it's all or nothing,
and I'm doing my best to make it all fall right into place.

Is this a dream or is this real?

Don't want you, don't need you,
don't want you, don't need you,
don't want you, don't need you anyway.
But I can not confess the way I feel about you now...

I've become obsessed with loving it all,
because it's all or nothing,
and I'm doing my best to make it all fall right into place.

Is this a dream or is this real?