i'm writing this down so i won't forget
so that this hobby won't be a cause of regret
what am i doing this for? what's the bottom line?
is it to settle a score or just to waste time
am i writing for myself or somebody else
not really, i'm just writing to write
my mind feels better when there's a bit of light
and i really just want to create
at least then i won't procrastinate
that's not a promise i can keep
but this is one seed i'll be sure to reap
and if i am known for this that's a bonus
we're all trying to curb our loneliness
so i guess that's where my goal is
trying to stop myself from being complacent
in the end, that's my mission statement

the sandcastles we built
i imagine it still
on the beach, out of reach
are the things we never had
the present became the past
questions never asked
nothing left but the waves
why can't i look away

when i was a kid, i wanted to be superman
i was a super fan, to all the caped crusaders
to all my childhood saviors, wish i had them back
always hung up on the past, stuck on what i lack
that's a bad thing i bet, i guess i need to get
over it. first place's overrated
do i need to go places to really live
i feel relieved just lounging
i don't mind that i'm frowning
my achievements were never crowning
i'm just clowning and that's fine
i guess there's always time

sometimes i think of paper
and i ask it a favor
show me what to do
i don't have a clue
a simple piece of paper
more reflective than a mirror
they ask me how i cope
i just show them my notes
paper is my mind
floating over time
jumping between rhymes
sometimes i'd lie
and say that i'm fine
but never to paper
it never says later
always in the now
that's what it's about

you were in my dreams
caught in tractor beams
i don't know what it means
i can't tell lately
my answer's maybe
maybe i'm insane
do you feel the same

how do i describe
the things in my mind
or is it my heart
oh, how do i start

i wasn't prepared
part of me's scared
to be out in the blue
to be something new

and so i have changed
broken from the frame
where do i begin
starting from my dreams

hello, computer
how does it feel
when everything's real
is it the future
or still the past
and will this last

the monotony changed
things are not the same
my plain and simple ways
seemed to have gone away

what is left
and what is right
what is dark
and what is light

the more i think
the less i know
it seemed so simple
oh, so long ago

they say life is a highway
that way or my way
where it ends i can't say
that depends on the places
the places i'll be
and faces i'll meet
the names that i'll greet
and friends that i'll keep
but how many will leave
and how many are left

will you follow me
to where this life ends
when i'm on my knees
will you hold my hand
will i get to see
flowers on my grave
a familiar face

cause at the end of the day
when i'm gone, far away
and you're left here to stay
will you hold on to me
like a sweet memory
will i make you laugh
or just make you cry
be the tears in your eyes
will that be too much
or just enough