dear me, i think the thing with fantasy its nice because it just cant be whether its the girl next door or the perfect guy you meet at 24 so i dream im far away a suburb that doesnt exist and i am just okay anyway i could be a millionaire who lives alone and styles her hair shes writing a book you should take a look or i could dream of being tall and maybe all that acting helped me after all theres an average girl i love, just cause we get along we have a kid we named after our favorite song oh right, im stuck here im afraid that im allergic to fear but thats just one thing i could change too many notes for me to arrange you get that? was it a pun? or a metaphor? oh those are fun! but i just dont believe this story's done (no no) i could be sitting at a beach a summer i dont have to teach but thats no picture perfect day the seashells there are just okay this shore wont be enough for me i miss when i could sail the sea but what if all the waves inside of me were free to think, i could get on a plane or maybe a ship since i dont like planes and go to germany or somewhere that has a lot of tea and find a girl like me but even she cant convince my dad the left wing isnt all that bad that middle ground wont always work and spock needs more of captain kirk the world is just so black and white and grey we paint the colors our own way ...what was i gonna say... probably somethin bout being me which is hard cause im the one thing i cant see oh, can i opt out of sociology? sometimes i tell my friends im soulless and pain never ends but maybe thats only because we never let our mind hit pause - so now im trying something new the dreams i have im thinking through and sure some i would never say but dreams dont just go away and sure some i would never do but parts of them i know are true im not just what this world turned me into rest, its time i finally find you