When I say I’m a hopeless dreamer,
I mean when I think of traveling the world,
I think of the 35 cents
Sitting on my counter:
I can travel to the couch and back.
When I say I’m a hopeless romantic,
I mean when I think of you and I,
I think of finding a *** of gold
At the end of a rainbow:
Not going to happen.
See, I’ve got dreams,
I think of romance.
But I’m also quite aware of reality,
And I’m aware of things that just aren’t possible.

I’m enjoying myself.
Living freely.
But when you come in
Your booming voice
Runs through my veins.
And next thing you know,
My wish is your command.
Oh, what love does to me.
I know you don’t care.
But I tell myself you do.
Then when your through,
Im here.
Again.
Broken hearted.
Then I build myself up.
And I’m enjoying myself.
Living freely.

You know the line,
Where the sun meets the ocean?
When all the beach
Is engulfed in hues of red, orange, purple.
I want to sit out, and watch that happen.
Watch the sun set into its own work of art.
You know the infamous clock,
Big ben?
The one in London that everyone loves.
I want to sit, right after dark
And paint the beautiful tower.
I’ll watch as the locals make fun of me,
A tourist in awe of a clock.
But I won’t care,
Because I’ll have checked it off
Of my simplistic little bucket list.

Time flies.
You know this.
Yet you use it up so selfishly.
No one is promised tomorrow.
You know this.
Yet you use your days to criticize people,
Instead of trying
To make they’re unknown tomorrow better.
Words are strong.
You know this.
Yet you throw them around
Like they’re paper *****
And not hand grenades.
You hurt people.
But once again, you know this.