Nothing can be erased when it's drawn up with tape.
I saw what was once passion, turned pity.
He holds his secrets, wrapped up in fools gold.
But 'trust me', that kind of love isn't sold by the bundle.
And he knew this was more rare than the friendliest foe.
I can't coax love into hate, and I can't disconnect hope from fate.
But it's real, just real, and I'm reeling for the prettier view.
Oh God, give me a little glitter, a little glue to somehow replace you..