I Wanna Believe

My mind's already made up in the way that I'm starting again

Fine line between a slap on the hand and a kiss on my face and I

I wanna believe

I wanna believe

Such a sour face

I'd turn around but I can't look away

Warm and bitter taste

I'd turn around but I'm locked into place

I wanna believe

I wanna believe

That you

That you

That you

Wouldn't

My mind's already made up in the way that I'm starting again

Fine line between the back of your hand and a kiss on the face and I

I wanna believe

I wanna