Tales of the Adolescent Depressant

He said now you can be free
And ate the butterfly's apologies.

She said you don't love me
And stole the heart she broke.

They said you can't gain fame
But read the books you wrote.

Say now sunshine strap on your clouds.
Wear the destruction to ride out the storm.

You can conjure up too many scars
Each one was taken just ‘a little too far’

You can conjure up a round of apologies
You tell them five different ways and they won't mean a thing.

Say now sunshine listen here
You're still too young, wed to your fears.

Never need a thing
Sew up wire and mesh wings

Never see a thing
Smoke one then two

You're still too young to see
Still too small, but running free.

Run away
And write a song about it

They tell you to
Then you're a cliche to flaunt it.

Go to sleep
And dream

Wander with the song you're too scared to sing
Apologize a thousand times

They'll never mean a thing.