Dashboard Confessional

I'm always assuming the worst,
but you're going on none the less
and there's nothing to cusion your heart led fall.
Letters from further away
keep pulling me close to home.
And there's something to cushion my callous sighs.
And I know that you hope for
longer good-byes
embracing for forever
and falling in your eyes, in your eyes, in your eyes
Pouring over photographs.
I'm living in your letters.
Breathe deeply from this envelope
it smells like you and I can't be
without that scent.
It's filling me with all you mean to me, to me
Continually failing these trials
but you stand by me none the less