Her daddy pushed her on the swing
She thought about this, she thought about that
He brought her home toys
Presented with a hug
Presented with a kiss
He stopped coming home at night, stopped carrying her to sleep
Very (agile), very (mischievous)
He stopped coming to dinner, stopped tucking her into bed
He brought home another woman
Presented her with a hug
Presented her with a kiss
Her heart filled with lies and deceit
She was a lot like you or I
Very funny, very (sly)
She could make you laugh
She could make you think
So elegant, so chic
Beauty that made you stop and blink
Mistaken as heartless
Maybe a *****
But inside she was the moon and we were the sun
She had hydrangeas growing in her bones
Stars enchanted her every touch
But she was so lost
Left behind in this dark forest
She couldn't see the sunset she could paint with only her soul
Convinced she was wrong
That is was all her fault
"You're never gonna make it"
She keeps walking through the dark
Listening for your voice, feeling for your touch
Cold and alone
You're all she's ever looked for
Her dad doesn't push her on the swing
She still thinks about this, she still thinks about that
He takes her out to dinner
No hug
No kiss

I want to rewind it all.
I'm watching the snow fall out my window and I can't help but daydream about catching it on my tongue all those years ago.
Back when I'd breathe onto windows so I could draw pictures, back when the whole world was my canvas.
It seems the whole world's already been colored in though, like there's no more room left for us dreamers.
I read a poem in junior high asking where dreams go, but now I care more about where the dreamers went.
I want to rewind it all.
Back to when I thought the sky was another world's ocean,
Back before I had ever heard the word stratosphere or had failed a biology test.
I want life to be recorded on a VCR, little green and red buttons putting my mind at ease.
Then again, I haven't owned a VCR in years...