black and white,
it's overly dramatic
all the colored lines,
give the people headaches
never could keep inside the lines,
i think there's symbolism there
i never was good with goodbyes,
that's how i ended up here
half grown up and
full of doubts,
like poetry, never read
and barely thought about
think about the days,
when everything wasn't the same,
and we appreciated snow that fell,
and ourselves as much as someone else
it may be a long time gone
but as long as we go on
i remember crayon-scrawled cards
pasted with all cut-out hearts
black and white,
it's overly dramatic
all the colored lines,
give the people headaches
pulling eyelashes just to wish on them
for something fast, and maybe something beyond that
think about the days,
when everything wasn't the same,
and we appreciated snow that fell,
and ourselves as much as someone else
it may be a long time gone
but as long as we go on
i remember crayon-scrawled cards
pasted with all cut-out hearts,
pasted with all cut-out hearts
think about the days,
when everything wasn't the same,
and we appreciated snow that fell,
and ourselves as much as someone else
it may be a long time gone
but as long as we go on
i remember crayon-scrawled cards
pasted with all cut-out hearts
days
when everything wasn't the same,
and we appreciated snow that fell,
and ourselves as much as someone else
it may be a long time gone
but as long as we go on
i remember crayon-scrawled cards
pasted with all cut-out hearts