I don't care if I only get to live once,
Because at least then I get to look at the stars.
I want to cut them down one by one
and keep them somewhere safe,
in an old yellowed journal between the sheets, I
I wanna keep you somewhere safe between
my sheets.
This light globe keeps on spinning makes me dizzy,
it's a ride, it's my stop and I wanna get off.
Make this carousel stop.
Or lay it on the table, all promise and paint,
let it play you a sleeping song,
Til your butterfly lids crinkle in a pale yellow light
Like the paper in the journal
That held the stars.
Feb 4, 2013
Feb 4, 2013 at 9:09 PM UTC
I don't care if I only get to live once,
Because at least then I get to look at the stars.
I want to cut them down one by one
and keep them somewhere safe,
in an old yellowed journal between the sheets, I
I wanna keep you somewhere safe between
my sheets.
This light globe keeps on spinning makes me dizzy,
it's a ride, it's my stop and I wanna get off.
Make this carousel stop.
Or lay it on the table, all promise and paint,
let it play you a sleeping song,
Til your butterfly lids crinkle in a pale yellow light
Like the paper in the journal
That held the stars.
This is a work in progress.