it is greedy / really needy / and so easy / to fall
feeling happy / and sadly / untrustworthy / today
they were crying / hardly trying / to reach / out their hands
it’s my beautiful addiction
not so beautiful affliction
and it’s a beautiful hello
she says “shut up”
“I know that life sucks”
“I’ve had it worse than you”
“grow up” she laughs
“get out” and hugs me
“make some news so you can”
“come back and tell me”
“all about it”
“I can’t wait to see you smile”
she turns around
and shuts the door
there’s still a lot to do
some day, she swears
her kids will break her
never seeing what they’ve done
and though she
has these moments
she knows that all is gonna be just fine
I don’t know why I’m here
and I hope you don’t mind
share your story with me
I will gladly tell you mine
I’ve been trying to move on and
leave those tears behind me
though I can’t say it’s better
it’s not as bad as you might think
just like that, I lost my head
when you said “hey, look ahead”
and just like that, I can’t catch
my breath when I see you in my mind
tell me what you want with
all this weight on your shoulders?
there are no rainy days in June
just tell me what you do with
all the colors of the rainbow?
they fade away with the sun
it wouldn’t be fair to make promises that we can’t keep
we can try to see what’s best but certainty gets lost
if you told me I’d have a chance to do it over again
I wouldn’t change a thing and I’m not sure what that means
but I know as bad as things turned out to be this time
I take comfort in not traveling alone on this road
bye bye to all the flashlights
giving up right in the worst nights
of the best days, and
bye bye to all the cheap wine
flowing gently down the drain
soaking wet stains, and
bye bye to all the crayons
leaving fantasies on blank sheets
of reality
good bye, good bye, bye bye
the sun blinds with ease
wave after wave of memories
and I can’t focus on my thoughts
background chatting comes and goes
am I here to forget?
no, I can’t, I’ll just regret
that I am not someone
to understand the master plan
it should be a perfect sunday
it would’ve been a perfect sunday
but it can’t be a perfect sunday
without you
getting out, not giving in
we both contributed sins
to make the days one hour short
running away is a popular sport