"I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
And arbitrary blackness gallops in:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

God topples from the sky, hell's fires fade:
Exit seraphim and Satan's men:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I fancied you'd return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)"

So tell me what it's like
To dream of black and white
To watch the colors fade away
At the break of day

Tell me what it's like
To become defenseless,
Fearful, submissive, helpless
And lose the fight

Tell me what it's like
To see strong spirits
Passionate, and full of life
Change to faded gray

Tell me what it's like
To hold his hand
Love him for eternity
Just because you can

Tell me what it's like
To finally walk the road
That leads to truth
A road no one knows

Tell me what it’s like
To leap across time
To unknown lands of fate
And leave fears behind

Tell me what it's like
To be a meek child
Be born of pure innocence
If only for a while

Tell me what it's like
To witness all of the seasons
Become the same
Without any reasons

Tell me what it's like
To see an ember
Come to life
Like a raging fire

So tonight watch all of the stars fade
And the moonlight die
Let God determine their fate
Like victors writing history

Watch every candlelight
Be doused and suffocated
Destroy them in the night
Overcast them with darkness

What do you see in your dreams
Paint colors with your own imagination
For in our dreams we can do anything
Let nothing be evident
Release it all

So in my dreams tonight
All of my colors will fade
As I dream of black and white

I do not
ever
cross your mind.

You occupy
every nerve
in mine.

I'm sorry that I steal your sad songs

I'm sorry I ride on your highs
And coast past your tears with a forgetful mind

I'm sorry that we can't talk about anything real anymore without smoke and *****

I'm sorry that your grandfather died and I talked about my love life instead

I'm sorry that I'm a liar

I'm sorry but I am not close to being. The Real Deal

I'm sorry that you had to buy me another flour baby for school after mine busted

I'm sorry that I am always the passenger

I'm sorry that you had to cut off your bracelets for soccer

I'm sorry that he's gay

I'm sorry that I cursed the city for you

I'm sorry that I can't keep my mouth closed about anything

But I'm trying to learn the value of secrets

I'm sorry

Dear you,

God, falling in love with him was a breeze wasn't it? At first it was a smile and a laugh, but soon it was hands and feet intertwined, and before you knew it you'd fallen harder for him than anyone before

At first the late night thoughts don't scare you - they are premature, eager thoughts about when he's going to call you and where your next day will be, when will he kiss you and does he even like you the same way

It seems like every cloud has a silver lining, but please don't forget about the rain, because it can make the silver melt under the weight of every drop

It'll sting and you have to keep away, wear that raincoat everyday and tell yourself you will make it out okay, grab onto his heart harder than ever before and hope that if you fight for it you will win

But here's the thing: nature is nature

If it's meant to rain, baby don't fight it / go with the flow, follow to ebb and tide to the edge of the world and jump off into a galaxy completely your own, forget about everytime he hurt you with another cancellation, another ignoring session, another ******* comment

Float above the stars in a world that is only built for you, without him and without her and without them, because it'll be the only thing that saves you from the nightmares you're having and the daydreams that are becoming worse and worse through every text

False promises and dark lies are his speciality...let the mysterious ways of the world be yours

Flip your hair, wear your cute dress, and catch another eye, because even if he doesn't notice it anymore, ****** you're still worth all of it