You Got A Lot Of Problems I Know
I′ve Got A Lot Of Fear In My Heart
I'm Frozen While I′m Watching You GoKnocking Your Door
Asking Can We Restart

But Maybe It's An Issue I'll Fix
Or Maybe It′s A Permanent Scar
But Everytime I Hear The Word Beauty
I Picture Your Hands When You′re Turning Your Car

And I Know That I Say This Too Much
But Damnit This Shit Isn't Fair
You Were The Taste Of My Toothbrush
I Had You Each Morning And Night
I Was There

You Were The Notes On My Staff
You Fit Like A Glove On My Hand
You Are The Smile On My Face
You Are The Beach To My Sand

You Made Me Complete
You Made Me Complete
Now I Feel Defeated

You Make Me Complete
You Made Me Complete
Now I Feel Defeated

You Make Me Complete
You Made Me Complete
Now I Feel Defeated

You Made Me Complete
You Made Me Complete