he's almost here,
the storm is coming.
and all I want is to stare
at you while crash symbols
sound off.
melt the metal off my heart, quick,
I see dark clouds forming near.
rose patterned sheets capture
the light from a hazy shine, and flutter
with the breeze.
It hasn't rained for weeks now,
and the forest isn't the same lush
green that it used to be.
but now the shed doors
are swinging back and forth,
and pine needles cut through
this chilled wind.
flags across the street are blowing,
the telephone wires are bobbing,
up and down, and getting faster.
I want to feel a thunderbolt, I want
to be amazed.
I want to see my shadows dance, watch
them step out from underneath of me,
and grab my arm to swing me wildly.
it rains and he pours.

You tell me you have a confession,
You say that you can't lie.
You'd think I'd learn my lesson
from the last time I caught butterflies.

You say you're being selfish,
and I stay watching from the sidelines.
I only got that first kiss -
you never really were mine.

So tell me,
How can you miss something
that was never, ever yours?
I can't stand by and watch you;
I can't hold on anymore.

How can you be "friends" with someone
when you never were just friends?
I knew this would never fare well for either of us,
I knew that this was how it would end.

But I can't help my heart
when it misses you
or that I see you still
when I close my eyes.
I can't help my longing,
or my wistful wishing
for your hand when it finds mine.

But my wishes, they're purely ghosts
of moments that never were.
I almost had you, but -
I lost you,
because 'almost'.. isn't enough.

I am a wallflower,
I've painted portraits
of your smile
when your eyes fell sad;
I've made mix tapes
of your sighs
every single time,
you've walked by that
boy who hurt you bad

Now here's the thing with me
I'm quite content
sitting here with just me
I like this girl,
but to be fair,
she's far too pretty
to notice me.

So I'll get a typewriter
that's what I'll do
I'm gonna make it as a writer
publish a book or two
but it'll be hard,
or it might not...
All I need is just a friend
crazy enough to say oh,
"Write about us"

and then you know what,
I will.
Someday I finally will,
I'll go up to the most
prettiest girl
at the school dance and,
tell her how I feel.
But right now I am here,
and I'm looking at you,
thinking if that dude beside you
is your boyfriend then,
he better pay more attention
to you,

because you're beautiful.

So maybe we could talk all night
I wanna know what feeling infinite's like
I wanna go there, through your tunnel of thoughts
and I wanna see you shine like a million lights

Oh maybe we could read some books
My teacher assigned me Fitzgerald,
And his stuff's really good
I wanna hug you like you've always been missed
And I wanna tell you that I've never been kissed

So maybe we could talk' a while...
maybe we could,

Maybe we should.

Because you're beautiful.

You'll always be my heart beat