You were my best friend's brother
You had your sister's curls
I hung out at your house sometimes
And to you I was just a girl

You were smart and charming
And shy and very tall
I always really liked you
You never noticed at all

Your sister's not my best friend now
But friends we still remain
So I still see her posts on twitter
And that picture she posted hit me like a train

I used to dream I'd see you someday
In a bookstore reading my book
You come up and talk to me
And give me a funny look

Then you'd remember how you knew me
And we'd become very best friends
You'd take me out to dinner
We would never let it end

The picture your sister posted
Was you on your first date
I haven't seen you for months now
So I guess fate is too late.

You told me you liked short hair
I've always had long
Long hair helps you hide
The insecurities you feel inside

You told me you liked short hair
And I really liked you
So last summer I decided
I'd cut it because you said to

You said you liked short hair
And you said you liked mine
I didn't like my short hair
But I loved the way you made me feel inside

You said you liked short hair
But you didn't stay
Neither did my short hair
It grew long and it's stayed that way

You said you liked short hair
And she has short hair, doesn't she?
My long hair grew back
And I don't miss my short hair...

Words are escaping me like sand through my fingers
Words in my head won't stay or linger
My head is full of stormy clouds
Rain falling like a curtain

No one seems to need me today
I can't even find the words to pray
My mind darts to every little thing
And something sad fills my whole being

I don't know how to get it to leave
... I don't know how to get it to leave.
When they told me I had a precious fire within my soul
They didn't tell me that it would burn me

Who am I?

I am not the powder on my face
I am not my clothes sweeping grace
I am the voice that flows from my mouth
I am the warm winds from the south

I am not just skin and bones
I am more than that to behold
I am the flower that tries to break through the snow
I am the sunshine that glows

I am not my legs and arms
I am much more than their charms
Even when my legs grow week
The spirit that made them run will still speak

I am more than a physical thing
I am more than a human being
I am a soul that's free and wild
I have the love of a child.

There's something familiar
About the pale sky
And the way the snow falls
Like wishes of past winters
And the way it covers the earth
In a blanket
Of cold, forgotten dreams