why is it different when i do it?
why do i get messages pouring in,
when you do the same thing?
Why do i get hated on for the things i like,
when i would never do the same things to you?
and why do i let it go, why do i let it slide?

You fall under falls kiss
you fall under its spell,
turning its green leaves into beautiful red ones.
You fall under its control,
switching your shirts into blue knitted sweaters.
And as sunflowers wilt and sulk back into the ground,
you grow and grow like a beanstalk,
until its winter again and you fall under winters kiss.

kissing under the evergreen
what would have happened if we were ever clean?

hugging me under the shadows,
what would have happened if i had seen?

your crazy, but that crazy was beautiful to me.

Butterflies are beautiful.
Their painted wings attracted,
because we love them.
We love to look at them.

Spiders are hideous.
We hate their many legs.
we hate their big, creepy eyes.
So we push them.

"you deserve better"
except if you really ment it,
you would become better.
you would change yourself for me.

As I rock you to sleep,
i notice your soft baby hairs growing in.
Not long enough to be slicked back,
Not short enough to go unnoticed.
I curl it with my pointer finger,
waiting for it to bounce back.

I first heard your song,
driving through the dry mountains of Arizona.
the horn honking in your song wont stop me
Phoebe.
Your voice wont stop me from driving 1000 more miles Phoebe.
Youre my number one party anthem,
look out for me,
look out for me.
you're not the monster your the doctor,
serenade me with your song Phoebe.