Home Part I: Graduation Feels More Like Excommunication
I have a song in my heart, but not in my head. I don't want to part with these words unsaid. I have a song in my heart, and all these word's in my mouth; The hardest part is trying to spit them out.
This is our time and I don't want to throw it all away. I swear this time that I'll mean every word I say. I know it's hard to leave and simply look away. I've got to go but I want to stay. I'll miss you more and more each day.
If there was a way for the fireworks in the sky To guarantee some meandering wish to come true, Than I'd wait around for every 11:11 and hackle The gods of pattern and possibility.
With every second handshake I just watch the channels change in the mirror, Each one clearer than the last. I still see the need to fiddle With the reception until I like what I see. I Gues, Nothing is ever good enough for me.