Butterflies and summer skies
Winter nights and water fights...

The water is murky and the mirrors are steamed
The clocks striking twelve, but it isn't a dream...

The leaves that flutter, and float from your head
You search the ground for the thoughts you have...

I love you,
I love you...

And yes this is me accusing you:
accusing you of being perfect...

Stars go by...
Flying, Flying...

You're asking to die
Cause you're too scared to try...

It bugs me
More than it bugs you...

Sorry, I can't
I'm just too busy...

You've left me
You've left me...