I am a song.
Some prefer something different than me.
Others empathize with my tune.
I make some people feel sad.
I make others feel happy.
Some hear what I have to say, but quickly change the station.
Others, listen to me over and over and say I never get old.
Some people just play me.
Others decide to join me, and sing along.
I am a song.

Will you lend me a pair of scissors?
So we can cut to the chase.
It seems you are always turning on music.
Just to dance around our problems.
I am through with rolling the dice.
I am done humoring all your games.
Stop leaving me hanging like a thread.
Will you lend me a pair of scissors?
So i can cut myself loose and be happy again.

i fell in love with the stars
because i never thought they'd let me down
until one night it was cloudy
and not a single sky diamond could be found

so i became quite fond of the sun
and basked in its warm and comforting glow
until one day, the sky kept crying
and the heartless sun refused to show

so i decided to fancy the moon
thinking the moon would always come through
but every day it faded away leaving the night
the way it left me; empty and velvet and dark blue

so as you see, i'm used to being disappointed and alone
i feel abandoned each time i stop and reminisce
and quite honestly, chances are one day you'd leave me too
so that's why, kind gentleman, i decline your kiss

how terribly dull
what pitiful fools
who can't think for themselves
and abide all the rules

how wonderfully clever
and unequal in measure
are those brave few who dissever
themselves, from platitudinous notions, and live free, forever.

i see it now
i spent countless hours
peeling petals off of flowers
and wishing futures that would never come
seeking love in the dark and not in the sun
i see it now
he is the wave that drags sailors under
and the lightning that proves more fatal than thunder
and the song the birds hum that is too melancholy
and he never could ever truly love me fully
yes, i see it now