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.