When you can communicate
With only "that look"
Something must be going right

When conversations can start with rants
And end with adventures
Something must be going right

When you can't remember
A time when you weren't friends
Something must be going right

When texts are serious
And nonsense all in one
Something must be going right

When the future is vast and scary
But you promise to never drift
Something must be going right

And that's what a best friend is for

Four little letter
should not make
my heart jump

Dear... well, me

when you read this again
many years will have passed
and i want you to laugh at the grammar
so you can see how much you have learned
from your mistakes
laugh at your diction
so you can see how much youve grown up

when you read this again
i hope you have fallen in love
and gotten your heart broken
danced with strangers
and danced with your best friend
kissed a girl youve only known for two hours
rescued a damsel in distress
just to wake up to a thank you note on your pillow in the morning
and then i hope you solve your problems
with too much ice cream
crying with your roommate
and one night stands with the cutie down the hall
and then i hope you find "the one"

when you read this again
youre going to be well-read
successful in all you do
and a marathon runner
or maybe just a coffee runner
either way you must remember to be happy
because that is exactly where you are suppose to be
dorm rooms, office jobs, baby steps, dreaming big

when you read this again
write another letter to yourself
tuck it in a shoe box for another five years
find it when you move to your own shabby apartment
read your scratchy words
look back at all the things youve done
call your best friend
call that damsel in distress
call the cutie that lived down the hall
then kiss your lover
show them these letters
laugh together
and know this is exactly where you are suppose to be

Sleek winding metal under my fingers
Squeaks at the tip of the frail hair
Subtle rattles of the pegs
Such a marvelous weapon I hold in my hands

Sweet cherry woods
Sings to me as I draw the bow like a
Sword
Swing, Pop, Rock, Classic
Such a marvelous weapon I hold in my hands

Stage lights make the details glitter
Sound resonates full and clear
Sharp and flat
Strong and proud
Such a marvelous weapon I hold in my hands

So I make this magic
Sad or joyous
Such a marvelous weapon I hold in my hands

hardly ever know this
abstract concept
perhaps that's just the way it's meant to be
perhaps we must seek our own greatness
yearning for a bigger role in life

That summer past,
And so much changed.
But sun still cast,
The same shadows.

It was inside,
Where life shifted.
I was allied.
With just myself.

Mind got tangled,
Thoughts all twisted.
Image mangled,
It just felt odd

Soon accepted,
And fell "in love".
Unexpected,
It just felt right.

the road is long
but the sky is calling
take my hand
and we'll go exploring
until the day we die