strawberry lemonade

let the music play, it's only eleven at night and it's a lazy weeknight indoors. let's throw the lights on and tear the window open, let me paint till the sun comes up because it's the only thing i can do without thinking these days. let me get rid of my car, let's walk everywhere and do everything absentmindedly. i can hear a long lost lover calling out his thoughts and naming them 'absebindedly' and laughing it off because we didn't know any better.
i never think we ever do.
let me tell you about the late nights i spend painting with my sunglasses on, and the once in a while i wear a wig just to feel like someone else. let me tell you about the music i buy and the music i live for and the two other things i spend my money one. one out of three for the man isn't that bad, and it's only because gas is killin me these days. let me tell you about how it is to live with everyone around me rather than living with everyone in front of me. let me tell you what it's like to live for my life and not live my life for everyone else. i'd tell you about the drama, oh lord i'd tell you not to drag me into your stories, but i didn't want to play into that game and it turns out you get burned either way. i could tell you how bad it feels, but let's talk about more important things.
can i tell you about the late nights i'm going to spend catching up with sixteen? the only thing i admire about myself back then and it's the biggest thing that tore me down. i just need to know how to rework the circle so i can jump off bigger cliffs. remember yesterday when we went climbing up cliffs? sometimes it's great to slip into another world. i heard a psychic tell me a few months ago that i can do that real easy- like second nature. remind me how we met. remind me about the things we stop believeing in when we have to grow up. don't let me grow up like that. two out of three isn't that bad, anyway... but let's go for it. let's shoot for the moon.
let me tell you about playing the music real loud just to hear someone else think out loud. let's rework the system so it plays to our favor. we were always clever criminals, and we've been practicing like our lives depended on it. someday it probably will, too. let's live in karma. let's live for love. let's live in cut offs and strawberry lemonade like the runaway days last summer. let's live every night with the live music like the summer before we all had to grow up.
innocence was never bliss- don't try and tell me it ever was. and love is a verb, he told us that one too.
it's amazing what you learn when you're not listening directly. listen with your heart. let's live it like the glory days of cut-offs and strawberry lemonade. life's never easy, and it was never promised to be... but that doesn't mean it should be anything less than what you want it to be. tell me how to write 'love' on her arms. tell me how to write 'set' on your goals. tell me how it's gonna be so we can make it completely different.
tell me how it's going to be, and i'll tell you how to make it more.
i can tell you how to make something out of what you think is visibly nothing.
it's like magic but so much better because i'm real and so are you.