I'm optimistic, but I'm filled with words like
Vice, narcissistic, and things I can't quite let go
Way down from your view, where you can't see
Those things are getting much worse for me
But I'll never quite move on

Six girls, a single heart to give, and
I want to forget how your voice sounds
I need these dreams of you just to move on...

I'm stuck on the past like, some kind of glue and
You're made of rubber, but if tonight could get much worse so
I'm stuck on this sinking ship and you...

I'll never forget how your voice sounds
Cause it haunts in me in my dreams, and
I'll have to forget them to move on...

Go!

Single words torn apart like waves, crashing on the shores
Of our fragile hearts and minds as we do the dance of lovers
Finding our way through this torrential downpour of hearts
And scribbled notes, just trying to move...on...

I'll never forget how your voice sounds
Cause it haunts in me in my dreams, and
I'll have to forget them to move on...

One girl for my heart to give its all, and
I can still remember how your lips taste
I need these memories of you to live on

If you ever expect me, to meet your expectations
You'll have to find a way for your voice to reach me
Cause I don't think I can hear you too clearly

One, two and I'm down and out for the count
I hear them calling it a technical knockout
but if you think you've won, you're the only one who hasn't moved on