The dying day paints a portrait of sadness Upon this lonely LA tear Have I found a home, in this prison of my own trapped in a borderline carreer? But there she sits, In the store on 13th street walking a borderline of her own is she ever gonna know the way that i see her when she walks into a room? and I'm not exactly happy about all of the things that I've done I've made some mistakes and I know that I'm young and I'm sorry if I've hurt anyone. But of all the things that I'm proud of And the places i've found in the sun, the way I find myself loving her is the best thing I've ever done God knows its hard to let someone new in when you're still looking for a sign. but the harder it sits, the older I get but the taste is as sweet as wine. so come with me, skate across the dance floor as i sing my song for you but if you let go, i want you to know that i'm saving my dance for you and I know I've climbed some mountains that I probably never should have climbed I feel I've fallen farther and hit bottom harder than any man with reason or rhyme but if I only had a way to show you how deep my heartache runs and the way I find myslef loving you Is the best thing I've ever done And if anyone would have told me that I would ever loved anyone this way I probably never would have listened, but now I'm here and i have to say: that you only make me stronger - I've never been more proud of anyone. And the way I find myslef loving you Is the best thing I've ever done...