Blowing out candles
and wishing on a star
doesn't always help,
my wish is still so far

Sometimes there's no happy ending
Dreams don't always come true
Sometimes the prince kisses another girl
Instead of kissing you

Left alone in a deep sleep
Still poisoned by the queen
It's suddenly up to you
To find your own vaccine

Without the kiss of true love
You feel as if your through
And when you finally wake
You don't know what to do

You're afraid to stand on your own  
You feel helpless and unable
This is what will happen
When you think life will be a fable

Life isn't a fairytale
Sometimes dreams just die
Every day is difficult
Its a struggle to get by

Its time for me to stop wishing
'cause those things don't come true
It's time I focus on reality
And bid old dreams adieu

Short stories with breakfast
A novel at lunch
Non-fiction for dinner
but not too much
Passion at night
The most eloquent dreams
Waking with dawn's light
and feeling serene

This is the day
And this is me breathing
I'm getting away
This is me leaving

So long, goodbye
I'm not saying either
I hope I don't die
My mind is on fire

Losing track of what I think
This is me keeping
My body and mind in synch
This is me leaving

An exchange of words in which the truth is left haunting
A circle of people with nothing to do
My soul is left wanting
Craving something new

I can't catch these fish
My mind is unreeling
Got to scratch that itch
I've got to be leaving

Colloquialisms
Predictable scripts
A lightness of being
That Grand March of Kitsch

This is me angry
This is me seething
No one will miss me
And so, I'm leaving

It's not too cold of a night for a walk
Even if this one was not by choice
I'm not sorry for being so drunk
I only ever wanted to hear your sweet voice

Even if the only words it told me were,
"*******!"
Sometimes it's the little things that mean so much

Your spirits weren't as bright as I remember
I suppose my own had something to do with that
I'm not sorry for losing your number
Just kind of sorry that you won't give it back

But I'm never sorry for the things that I do
I just wanted to see how things were working out
Sometimes I really do worry about you
You said that I'm the one I should be worried about

Your hair color has changed
Your pajamas said "Somebody Loves Me"
That might be true in more than one way
More ways than you seem to need

I tried my best not to look back
But I know you stood in the doorway as I walked off
Sometimes it's the little things that mean so much
Sometimes a walk in the cold is enough