Stories

No one ever told me it gets this cold 'Cause I can see the light running through us both And I've never let anyone this close 'Cause I'm terrified of being exposed I'm tired of telling myself the same stories 'cause they bore me now I wish somebody could help me write something else Now I'm all wrapped up in this heavy coat I can't seem to keep myself composed But it's dark right now and I'm far from home But I can see the light running through us both 'Cause I'm tired of telling myself The same stories 'cause they bore me now I wish somebody could help me write something else 'Cause it's always the same old story that tears me up I think I've got a few pages left for us I think we need a new ending, ending for us I think we need a new ending, ending for us I got boxes in the corner of my house But I can't seem to throw any of 'em out I got boxes in the corner of my house But I can't seem to throw any of 'em out I think we need a new ending, ending for us I think we need a new ending, ending for us And maybe it's just a beginning, -ginning for us And maybe it's just a beginning, -ginning for us Not the end!