when you look at your day and see that you did things right
and you're still smiling, even after midnight
when you can step on the monsters as you walk out the door
these are the nights that I live for
when the stars are out and you can sleep
because you're not afraid of your dreams
when every piece of yourself isn't at war
these are the nights that I live for
when the scars you feel are barely there
you can end the night with a prayer
for tomorrow to be like the day before
these are the nights that I live for
when you can stay up talking to someone you haven't seen in ages
and you're still inspired to write pages and pages
when everything is forgotten on the floor
oh these are the nights that I live for

The world is broken and under fire
Only the night is paradise
Time is short and days are long
The moon casting an eerie glow all around
The sun goes down let's go to sleep
Because dreaming is the best escape

With broken eyes and starlit skies
Red stained lips make pretty boys cry
Bright smiles and wide eyes
Hide wonderland hearts with madness inside

I tumbled down the rabbit hole
Trading sanity for my soul
I've never felt any more alive
Than with this madness deep inside
I can swim through a lake of tears
Washing away all my fears
Dodo birds fly overhead
I never want to get out of bed

Talking flowers with petty lies
Colorful queens with stone cold eyes
Caterpillars run the show
Smoke clouds vision like falling snow
But reality is a subtle knife in the surreal and crazy life

Waking up with blurry thoughts
Remembering more than I ought
Everyday seems trivial
When everything could be wonderful
There's nothing better than going mad
Where crazy is around the bend
In the alluring wonderland

Have you ever had to come
to the realization that
the ex that you broke up with,
ended up "winning" pre split.
I never for a second,
thought at the time that I
would be anything but
extraordinary,
and that life would be
exciting.
I was supposed to be
extra ordinary.
The next thing I'm going to
hear, is that he's engaged to
be married to a beautiful
red head with long hair,
and eyes that are excentuated
perfectly with little eye liner
and mascara.
And is everything I am
still trying to be.
It's not even that I regret
leaving him,
it's that I turned out to be
the loser,
who's still living at home with
her parents,
works a terrible fast food job,
and has no money,
no adventures,
a dull love life.
It's just a terrible feeling
when one day you realize,
you lost.

Maybe we need to spend less time getting the real people to love us
And more trying to make the fictional ones come alive
Because men written from an impossible perspective
Is seemingly better every time