Before we liked boys we used to play outdoors.
Pitch a tent, tell stories, and eat s'mores.
Now we only curl our hair.

Before when we were free we'd run across the street.
Ride bikes, jump rope, and yell ICE CREAM.
Now we watch gossip tv.

I call my best friend and ask her where she's been.
She's at the mall shopping 'round with her boyfriend
And I'm shopping by myself.

She says, "Don't be a square. His brother's also here!
I know you two will hit it off; Couple of the Year!"
And I am hanging up the phone.

Why did the sun have to set?
Did we forget all the fun that we made together?
Now I can see that boys no longer have cooties
Because you're chasing them
While I'm chasing you!

Boys are NOT allowed in my heaven.
Too much time we've been spending
Trying to grab their attention.
Only girls are there for me.
My best friends are all I need,
So let's go back to before we liked boys.

Gross.

One day is not enough for Spring to turn to Summer,
For a woman to become a mother,
For a war on hate to be smothered.

One day is not enough for a grape to turn to a raisin,
For a race car to stop racing,
For the sinners to let grace in.

Oh no, there are not enough hours in a day.
We were given just twenty-four.
We should have asked for more.
No, there are not enough hours in a day.

Yet,
On Monday he asked her name.
On Tuesday she gave him her number.
On Wednesday they went for a date.
On Thursday he told his brother.
On Friday she kissed his cheek.
On Saturday they didn't speak.
On Sunday he found another.
On Sunday she wanted to cut her.
On Sunday they were no longer.

One day is not enough for a scrape to make a scar but,
For her to fall too hard and,
For him to break her heart,
One day was fine.

One day is not enough for a man to train a cat but,
For her whole world to crash and,
For him to change his path,
One day was fine.

Twenty-four hours was plenty of time
For this scene to unfold.
If they had been given more,
I assume that she'd explode.

Friends, listen up!
Friends, can you hear?
There are only three hundred and sixty - five
Days in a year.

Oh no, there are not enough hours in a day.
We were given just twenty-four.
Every hour is precious.
Treasure your hours more.

More hours are not promised,
Let alone more days.
Young love can be special,
But don't waste your time away.

One day is not enough for a car to fly above,
For a student to run for gov,
For the young to value love.

One day is simply not enough.

Every time I'm happy you come find me,
And you start your game.
Going on and on and on and on about the things
That you hate.
Can't you see?
All of our talks, they torture me!
Every word is like a dagger in my mind.

I don't know who hurt you.
I don't know who stole the light inside of your eyes.
But, I know this hole you hide in is far from paradise.
When you yell
And when you scream-
All of our talks, they torture me!
Every word is like a dagger in my mind.

I don't want to hear you talking if that's all you have to say.
Take all of your hate and cruelty and walk away.
How long can I keep on like this?
Don't I deserve my peace of mind?
I'm walking on tiptoe around you in case you ignite.

Just let it go.
Please, let it go!
Free the hate inside of your soul!
I know it hurts, but please don't take it out on me.
There is hope.
There is grace.
There's forgiveness in this place!
Just let it in, and I will help you!
I will help...

But I don't want to hear you talking if that's all you have to say!
Take all of your hate and cruelty and WALK AWAY.
How long can I keep on like this?
Don't I deserve my peace of mind?!
I'm walking on tiptoe around you in case you ignite.

You're like a bomb!
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You're like

A bomb.

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