I don't look for the future
because I see what has past
they'll soon discover time travel
and i'll be the first to ask

They asked me for a reason
and when I said the season
they looked at me
like falling means anything to them

See they made a science
but all I hear is silence
so please
please just take me back

I'll wake up in the morning
and be right next to you
i'll whisper oh so softly
and just enjoy the view
knowing that you
were made for me

I won't get my hopes up just in case they fail
i'll get a job and grow up
and live this little hell
but believe
i'll be the first to ask
and we will
fall in to the past
and we will
fall in love at last

I wrote you a song
I know I wrote you one
I worked on it yesterday  
it was beautiful
I know it was
it was you
in my words
but I can't find it
and that hurts

thinking about not existing makes
my head warm and want to cry
but being here any longer
makes me wonder what its like to die
im not unhappy
I'm just not happy

If I were an ice cream
I'd be melted
left on the floor
***** and stepped in

I use to be sweet
so full of taste
now I just melt
such a sweet waste

when you see me
do not stop
I'll ruin your clothes
and stink up your mop

if I were an ice cream
id be melted
but don't feel bad
its better than what I felt then

if you weren't here
id think of you
every morning
every evening
and every  night
I wouldn't get anything right

if you weren't here I'd leave
i'd go
I don't know where
but it would hurt
every morning
every evening
and every night
I wouldn't get anything right

if you weren't here
I still might be
and you'd live
every morning
evening
and night
without me
I couldn't sleep
so please
just get here
so I can stay, sleep
and be

Sing sing
Oh so low
Sing so soft so nobody knows
Sing sing
Quietly
Sing so soft or everybody weeps

Bottle up those feelings or everybody weeps
Bottle up those feelings or nobody sleeps
Lie down on your pillow

Bottle up those feelings
- weeping willow

Try being a writer in my time
Everything is a contradiction offensive
And nothing can rhyme
Try being a writer in my time
The sky can't be blue because
Why not green
Or even red
poetry is dead

Creativity is close behind
Take your personal thoughts
Take them and hide
Don't be different
Don't you dare
Nobody listens
Nobody cares

Try to be a writer in my time
Just know
It doesn't matter if it's about what you like
Or if it took sacrifice
Not it
Not she
Not that
Not he
Her
Or even him
Try to be a writer in my time
It's all about them