i often like to think,
dazzling rain and broken dreams
might mean something to me
and maybe then they could finally see,
what my words were really meant to be
i know it's not easy, but dry your tears and turn your headaches to art
it's not so hard once you find your will to start
i kept myself away for so long, but that urge was calling to me
i cant help but make a red mess, you see
i often like to think,
dazzling rain and broken dreams might mean something to me
and maybe then they could finally see, what my words were meant to be
i want to kiss the stars and maybe be with them for a while
but i tell myself to stay on the ground,
so i go to my happy place, and listen to every soft sound
above my head is such a nice little dark cloud
i tell the stars hello, but i won't follow them to the skies
maybe everything i write is full of lies
i often like to think, dazzling rain and broken dreams
might mean something to me
and maybe then they could finally see, what my words were meant to be
(ohhh) and maybe then they could finally see
(dazzling rain and broken dreams) what my words were meant to be
YOU ARE READING
lyrics book
Random" i don't remember comfort because what i am,, is what i'm not ,, -cavetown a book of lyrics i decided to write.
