Scrapbook

Collecting dust
Like so many other forgotten things
Up here with my dreams, my hopes, and all of my memories
Lies the story of our love
Between pictures and poems
Taped to the back of my heart
Now smile, this ones going in the book
This ones going in the book

And I hold the Novocain
Sweet serenade into my veins
With this shot at love I’m prone to die
But what better way to go
Than feeling like I felt
The first time that I got lost inside your eyes

I’ve learned to smile
And never cry
To never feel
I’ve learned to be another dream
Another hope, another thing
I’ve learned to be just another picture in my scrapbook
Seldom times I’ve seen the light
But I’ve seen your eyes

Now hold my hand
I’ll fly with you
One last heartache
I’ll see it through
And as the bliss begins to rise
Our true loves kiss will be the light

And I hold the Novocain
Sweet serenade into my veins
With this shot at love I’m prone to die
But what better way to go
Than feeling like I felt
The first time that I got lost inside your eyes