do any of us actually know what we’re doing
or are we all bullshitting our way through life
young adults want to live while they’re young
but are pressured to figure their whole life out while they still have time

instead of watching the clock, wishing for time to pass, make the most of that time, you never know how long it will last

she's a bit of a dreamer
yet she's wide awake
so a daydreamer
except her mind comes alive at night
with her head among the stars
so blinding yet such a beauty
such a spacey girl
such a pretty mind
tainted by the thoughts
of people with minds
smaller than hers

i wasn't looking for love
in fact i was drowning in self-hate
i thought i was too much to handle
like a hot pan
but then you crossed my path
and the moment i set eyes on you
i knew there was something about you
i knew i had to talk to you
and now here we are
i'm deeply in love with you
and that's not something
i thought i would be saying
anytime soon

when we were kids
we always dreamed of being old
being vets or police or doctors
and being free
from the terrible place called school
but what we didn’t know
was how hard it would be
we didn’t know
you had to work just to find a living
we didn’t know
just how free we were

i don't know what the future holds, all i know is that i want to hold you in the future

follow your heart when you’ve lost your mind. maybe you’ll stumble across it down the line.

if you truly love someone, let them know, and never let them go.

i can't imagine my life without you
actually
i'm imagining that right now
and there's tears running down my face

we ditched the dance at the high school
and went to have our own fun
while everyone was dancing like a fool
you had me grinning like one

i know it’s my fault you left
but i can’t help but feel upset at myself
that i made it so easy
for you to leave

when i look at you now
now it’s different than i did then
we said we were in love
well then what am i in now?

i know i’ll never be able
to change your mind
but can you just believe when i say
i’m not myself when you’re mine

what i’m saying here is
your opinion of me when we’re together
is greatly different when we’re apart
should’ve known that from the start

now these days when i see you
it’s never rent free in my brain anymore
and although my heart still feels sore
it’s not from you ******* with it anymore

honey if you don't love yourself, who the hell will?

she was so good as holding others together
the world would probably crumble at their feet
should she not continue
gluing together their pieces
as though it’s her job

there’s been too many times before this

where i say i’ll change and you adore it

but now i’m just trying to not think about you anymore

while still hoping you’ll walk through the door

summer love you set me free
summer love that is good enough for me
summer love with leaves now falling from the trees
summer love please stay with me

summer love as the leaves turn different shades
summer love don't leave me, though i'm afraid
summer love hold me these chilly nights
summer love tell me it's going to be alright

you only realize how much you love something when it's gone. when everything you know is swept out from underneath you. you only miss the sun when it's cloudy, and the stars when it's daytime. you only really appreciate something when it's gone. her arms are the anchor keeping you from floating away from this ball of rock, the magnet that always attracts, and never repel you. my mental health is nearly diminished, perhaps i'll start appreciating that more when it's gone. i appreciate you, though you are not yet gone, i am out of my mind, be back momentarily.

i’m not the bad guy you make me out to be
that’s just what you like to believe
something in you brings out the worst in me
sadly that’s the only part of me you’ll be able to see
so next time you’re pointing fingers
look at your soul in a mirror
because there i hope you’ll discover
how it felt to be your lover

now tell me
what is the point of loving
when it can bring such pain
like a ball and chain
we've all come accustomed to
dragging our selfs forward
like zombies under a spell
why do we fall in love
only to scrape our knees and hands
and learn to love the pain
are we
as humans
in love with people
or in love with the idea of love
the idea of someone to hold
the idea of cheesy rom-com-like dates
do we love to feel pain?
or do we love, to feel pain?

why is it
that i could have everything i'd ever want
but i still feel empty
like there's a puzzle piece missing
and everything
comes back to you
because you're the only thing i don't have
and you completed me
but now i'm left broken
picking up the broken pieces and nicking my fingers like they were the thorns from the roses you gave me
when you said you loved me
you crossed your fingers behind your back
and you were only transparent
to others around me
because when they saw right through you
i saw a broken heart that i took in and tried to fix
but it was all a lie
an illusion
a spell
that i was under
and you were a wicked witch
i thought i could fix you
thought i could make you better
but i only hurt myself
trying to fix someone
too far gone
and so now she's gone
and now i'm empty
and tell me why through all of this
you're the only thing keeping me empty

sometimes it's easier to nod your head and say you're fine,
than to try to explain what's on your mind