your mouth is a door,
and someday you are going to be told that it's just better left closed.
your eyes are the windows to your soul,
and someday people are going to tell you to draw the curtains.
your heart has been unpacked from the basement,
and someday someone is going to tell you to put it away.
and your optimism is a candle in your windows, and someday everyone's going to try and blow it out.
i'm telling you this,
because when that someday comes i want you to know what to say.
you say,
"my mouth is a door, and i hold the key."
"my eyes are the windows to my soul and i'll wash them regularly."
"my heart will not be put away, it goes with everything."
"my optimism is a candle, and it keeps me warm."
when that someday comes,
i want you to know what to say...
you say,
"this is my house, and it's not for sale."
Aug 4, 2016
Aug 4, 2016 at 6:31 PM UTC
your mouth is a door,
and someday you are going to be told that it's just better left closed.
your eyes are the windows to your soul,
and someday people are going to tell you to draw the curtains.
your heart has been unpacked from the basement,
and someday someone is going to tell you to put it away.
and your optimism is a candle in your windows, and someday everyone's going to try and blow it out.
i'm telling you this,
because when that someday comes i want you to know what to say.
you say,
"my mouth is a door, and i hold the key."
"my eyes are the windows to my soul and i'll wash them regularly."
"my heart will not be put away, it goes with everything."
"my optimism is a candle, and it keeps me warm."
when that someday comes,
i want you to know what to say...
you say,
"this is my house, and it's not for sale."
