Part One

Is this the beginning I always look towards the end It starts as a pleasant drive and ends in a fiery car crash Hope isn't in question it's a question of how many times you can repeat the same fucking feelings Before you go numb you always roll the dice We always try try again It's our natural instinct or maybe it's just boredom but no one ever thinks they can live being just one One time it will be the real thing next time it will be the real thing condition ourselves to think there is a real thing The excitement is shared as the feeling is mutual The attractionis real and not just for the flesh Simple excuses just to hear someone's voice that feeling of sickness when you are too far to touch It's hopeless now no turning back you're in over your head with no want for air You say the things you thought you'd never say again and in the back of your mind you wish you never could. This time around you won't fuck it up you won't get tongue tied you won't trip over your feet you'll be attentive you wont't be selfish you learned your lesson you won't fuck it up