when you don’t wanna talk about it

above the tide lie the metal-grey skies

over the scared little girl with the dark brown eyes

laying on a blanket of dimly lit choices

overwhelmed by their amplified voices

–

should i just ride this wave because some sing its glories

or should i be patient and let it die out

and wait for the one that will lift me 3 stories

and carry me all the way home, without doubt?

–

and its easy to get lost under metal-grey skies

and let my mind wonder to anything else

like nights on fire, boys with pretty grey eyes

i’ve never known what was best for myself

–

the world’s getting smaller, and i’m sure of this

i push it away with my feet and my fists

and god it’s frustrating, just leave me alone

i can only blame me but i can’t get off the phone

when my night is on fire, as i lie in my bed

with anything else dancing round in my head

–

you don’t have to feel fulfilled to laugh til you cry

and you can still feel beautiful when your whole world’s awry

when you let yourself go under metal-grey skies

and just laugh with the boy with the pretty grey eyes