you are a million twinkling stars
a sinking ship filled of butterflies
the marshmallows in my cereal

and i can't seem to get this **** grin off of my mouth that you give me everyday

How do you save someone from themselves?
Is it even possible?
How can you interpret their cries for help
when they're in a language no else one understands?
Do you just give them a great big hug?
Maybe walk with them a little and hold their hand?
The truth of the matter is,
you can't save them.
No one can.

Every time I start to get used to
You being gone
You appear in my dreams
And remind me of what I'm missing

I want to create
Beautiful things
Because
Maybe
Just maybe
It will make me beautiful
Too