I sit here in the rain
in puddles of my own tears
it's been years, 17 to be exact
since i saw you last
I can hear what what I think is your voice,
here in the rain
it washes away the pain
maybe it's my mind playing tricks,
but I think i can hear your laugh
sitting here in the rain
the mud is thick
so here I will sit
till it washes the pain away

when you are young
you trust the waves will catch you
like friends , when you fall

As you get older,
you realize the truth;
that there's a pestilence
in these once trusted waves

one that will take you under and out to the sea
while you try to grasp the friendly shores
where waves once caught you when you fell

just stop
yeah it's going to be hard
but you have to stop
you can't start again
until you stop
you know it's bad
so why the heck do you do it?
you don't like,
your friends don't like it.
So fix it
and stop it
before you regret it

there's this little island
it doesn't have a name
its a place where people hold hands
but it's never the same

This island is always different
Its a pit stop
between lonely and spent
and lovey dovey slop

The nameless island
it's north of the friend zone
but it's not a couple's land
and time there seems to drone

so what is this little island?
that doesn't have a name
where people hold hands
but is never the same?

Shoulders light
with the lifted weight
of being over you
I can now jump higher than ever
run faster than before
because I'm no longer longing for you

it's like floating
that feeling when you know
you're still on the ground
but you're up in clouds

when you laugh so hard you can't
when you smile so big
you can't stop

it's the feeling of empty corridors
turning into ballrooms
where you dance all night long
conversation  turns to song

because you're smiling so much
and laughing so hard
and floating so high

that you're up in the clouds
but your still on the ground

So this is what it is
a tug of war,
a pulling on the heart
Heart strings chiming
that's never being heard
So, its an empty echo,
A shout into the empty
Because they refuse to hear
but empty voices echo
in longing
in hope, they will turn around
and finally hear the sound of
heart strings chiming but,
until then
its an empty echo