i found it funny
how when we are young
all we want to do is grow up
yet when we do
when we realize the truth
when we face the cruelty of the world
all we want to do is go back
to that time
when the sun wasn’t just another star
and the real monsters hid bellow our beds

with you, my love
it is like that
i want to go back to that time
when i was unaware
of the pain and sorrow
your memory would bring me

because it is always easier
to fathom about what it will be
because it is more pretty
when we think that the demons are in hell
and that happily ever after
is all there is to be