We were the moon and the sun Never together at once But we'd light up the sky with our love You know it's easy to trust someone when Your stomach is occupied by all these butterflies Well I think I've had quite enough There's something coming down the Hallway A black silloughetted dream Your organ theft has come to haunt me So I stand with weakened knees Jameson peaked through the cracked doorway As I imprinted on your bed I carved your name into this bullet and said: "You were the last thing that crossed my head"