Its funny how time slips like sand,
and lifes situations get out of hand.
The sands heat up and turn to glass,
and now the problems just wont pass.
And alone in the glass you'll find me,
And I'll pray you'll be the diamond to cut me free.
But I'll hold my breath because theres not much here,
I'll say my words as a whisper in your ear.
I cant say much before the air runs thin,
And Death picks up the Violin.
He plays Sad Romance as I decay,
We could've stopped this yesterday.
But we stayed petty and turned our backs,
And now the seal is stamped with wax.
I've signed my name and sealed my fate,
And anxiously awaited this very day.
I'm runnin out of time and words to say to make sure today will be the day,
When I can finally come out and say that I dont want anything more than Daisy.
And I know that it sounds absurd and strange and I know that I probably seem deranged,
But let me tell you I'm not insane and trust me I'm not crazy.
Its kinda like a code and a metaphor for something that I know I want more,
than the city air I long to breathe although it gets real Hazy.
And things aren't easy and flowing quick and sometimes It feels like Im a stick,
In the mud or in the sand but Its not my fault I get kinda shady.
Things weigh down in and on my mind and I think ab
When We Hit that Final Night,
The Night When Our Head Hits the Pillow for the Final Time,
Who Knows What Happens After That?
Just Think,
The Next Morning,
Everyone Who We Lived For Wakes Up
-Possibly Without Their One True Love-
And What of Us?
Nothing Breaks My Heart more than knowing One Day,
I'll leave Everything I care about Behind me.
The Thought of Being Able to Have One Moment in Time Repeat and Replay,
It's all I want.
I want to be Able to Live in the Perfect Moment Without Thinking
-Hey, Im Growing up-
"This Night could Last Forever"
And I wish That was True.
The Thought of Growing Older and Loosing this all Haunts