Sometimes, I want to play with words
That way I see myself intertwining them like swords.
I always tell myself to learn
But dealing with the world is just so hard that even our hearts burn.

Tomorrow My mind would have been way full
Of the things that my desk drool
And you would again attend school
Maybe asking yourself, daydreaming as if you're a fool.

We have our own habitats
I hope we can be happy with that.
Just tell your mom I said goodnight
Let her know that we have already shifted our flight.