We make love
We make art
We make God

I would give you
This whole field
Of sunflowers
Only if you haven't
Left me there
All by myself.

Tomorrow, tears
Will be shed

But today is not
For a sorrowful poem

'Cause I'm glad
That you've been
My home.



And you'll always be
My home.

When the lights go out
I lose myself

With every day over
Every night past
Looking in the mirror
I don't see who I am

A long ***** blonde
I'd cut to my ears
Leggings and dresses
Changed to pants
Tees with glitters
I'd change to plaid shirts
I wish I could be
More myself
Then how the world perceives me as

It's always as I see
Staring into the mirror
Where I see myself
In the body of someone else

I lose myself
When the lights go out

I'm glad you've found somebody.
I'm also glad I'm not there to see you happy.
I guess I'm glad. Maybe a bit sad.
A bit late for the news.
A bit too late for you.

It's 3:11
And still wishing
That I knew
What I had to do
To belong with you