Everything is boring And my dreams have never been so out of reach I have no desire to return home without the touch and embrace of another If only we could both stay here Until my dreams were caught I want to ask you so many things If only youd take me seriously and answer my questions I should take what I can get Jokes and glances But I've always wanted more And I dont think that will change anytime soon
Apologizing For needless things Things I've been told are okay to do Sorry For saying no Forgive me for expecting things from someone residing below the floor
For the better half of an hour Some 24 hours ago You sounded like you had a conscience Like you could understand the deeper meanings of sadness, anger, and guilt Talking philosophy As if maybe there was a chance at happiness for us
Not necessarily beautiful You can't always apply meaning to things like that 30 minutes listening to the sounds of a home 30 minutes of being ignored When I had something to say To figure out Under pressure And like a fragile flower in the wrong conditions My voice died And 30 minutes of sounds I couldnt quite understand ensued
It shouldn't have to sound beautiful for me to say it For me to think my feelings are valid But i cant put a frustrated sob or a tight gut into words very easily And I cant simply say exactly what things are It wouldnt have the same effect The same relatability The mystery The same dramatic flair
It's the simplicities I hear when you're not paying me attention That make my feelings seem like nothing That make my questions so hard to voice Why must I feel as if the tone of the room must be perfect Before I can shine a light on a problem