Yellow wasn’t always my favourite colour, but I once read that Vangogh swallowed yellow paint in an effort to know happiness;
      so I chose to be that for people.
You could chew me up and spit me back out and I’d still shine for you.

But when the skies are overcast,
and the clouds weep;
and you hear the thunder roll in,
I’ll be the yellow paint you swallow.
Only this time, the happiness stays,
and you don’t have to cut your ear off
in order to win my heart.

I may be my own yellow now, but I’ll be the colour of sunshine for you too.

Whatever color Penelope's dress is
today--
Life is just as absurd as high fashion.
She rises, she rises, she rises up your spine
Like a spider
Because we like what we like for good reasons
But we all know that's empty
Well, not really empty but it's just what you are,
So there is that, whatever that is.

So it gives you this suspenseful feeling, you know,
Almost like a spider creeping.

Because we know it's empty.

Or, whatever.

they say that times changes you
i guess that's true
because now i don't really recognize you.

is it me or you that's hiding
behind the wall that's dividing between us.
i can't seem to tell.
it's weird because i used to know you so well
guess time changed you...

Too much has been happening
It’s just one thing after another
But there’s always tomorrow,
                                                     yeah.
I can try again tomorrow.

-     I have been writing my vows
Ever since the moment I heard your
             Sunshine-laughter.  -

You are still in love with her.
I see it in your eyes when you reminisce.
About old times,
About good times.

So go back,
If you love her;
There is still time.

Hurt means nothing as long as your heart still beats for her.

If not me,
Let it be her.

I beg you,
I cannot take it.