The body stands as tall as a tree,
As the soul inside of it falls to its knees.

I am a wallflower,
I've painted portraits
of your smile
when your eyes fell sad;
I've made mix tapes
of your sighs
every single time,
you've walked by that
boy who hurt you bad

Now here's the thing with me
I'm quite content
sitting here with just me
I like this girl,
but to be fair,
she's far too pretty
to notice me.

So I'll get a typewriter
that's what I'll do
I'm gonna make it as a writer
publish a book or two
but it'll be hard,
or it might not...
All I need is just a friend
crazy enough to say oh,
"Write about us"

and then you know what,
I will.
Someday I finally will,
I'll go up to the most
prettiest girl
at the school dance and,
tell her how I feel.
But right now I am here,
and I'm looking at you,
thinking if that dude beside you
is your boyfriend then,
he better pay more attention
to you,

because you're beautiful.

So maybe we could talk all night
I wanna know what feeling infinite's like
I wanna go there, through your tunnel of thoughts
and I wanna see you shine like a million lights

Oh maybe we could read some books
My teacher assigned me Fitzgerald,
And his stuff's really good
I wanna hug you like you've always been missed
And I wanna tell you that I've never been kissed

So maybe we could talk' a while...
maybe we could,

Maybe we should.

Because you're beautiful.

If I were a bee and you were a rose,
Would you let me in when the gray wind blows?
Would you hold your petals wide apart,
Would you let me in to find your heart,
    If you were a rose?

“If I were a rose and you were a bee,
You should never go when you came to me,
I should hold my love on my heart at last,
I should close my leaves and keep you fast,
    If you were a bee.”

Beauty and despair hold my hand in theirs,
Hopelessly departed beating hearts without repair.
Repeating words bleeding from your mouth into my soul,
Lie awake at night entreating all the things that keep me whole
To please just stay a while longer while weeping out the words
That keep my body stitched together from the curses and the slurs.
Broken down in tears from all the fears of passing years,
Constantly approaching a future that seems unclear.
But I keep myself intact because, in fact, I'm doing well,
Beauty beats despair, carries my mind out of its hell
On white wings, the choir sings, "it's you and we together,"
Beating back the blackest nights, always and forever.