We are nothing but:

I am nothing but a frame, a beating heart, two eyes filled with tears, a hot hand shaking and a cold fist clenching.
I am nothing but a girl living in the past, barefeet, a soul with a choice, a black marker and a wall waiting for words.
I am nothing but rain filled shoes, a broken break light, a promise made by a liar, the blood in your veins and the blood on your floor.
You're nothing but a smile on a blank face, a brick wall, a tissue or a fucking bandaid.
You're nothing but a red correction pen a big tick or more likely a cross.
You're nothing but my ipod on shuffle or my grilled cheese sandwhiches.
You're nothing but the reason this hand is still moving, these eyes are wandereing and these lungs are still breathing.
We are nothing but two, we are nothing but one.
We are nothing but perfect.