In between all yesterdays and
tomorrows grows this flower I
love. I am drunk upon the nectar
of this flower called today. I hold
You responsible for the times I
laughed so hard my side hurt. I
love Your art. I'll be sure to
hopelessly adore the Artist.
(Chorus)
If I'm breathing, I know You're
somewhere close. I wanna be
sincere. You mean so much to me.
And I want to mean every word I
say. I want to be sincere. I want
to be for real. I'm sincerely Yours.
Let the words my body speaks be
the words that You had on the tip
of Your tongue. Give me
something. Take me somewhere.
Make me someone who believes.
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