I, I don't know how
to go back down
Away from three
it's meant to be
A poem i sing
And that's the thing

It's seeks out stress
I cannot press
All my crimes
They have me sing
It makes me mean
All the time

Time
Time
Time
All the time

I wish you could see
You help them leave
What's in their mind
Oh, that old lie
Creates a dream
That's so empty

On capo 3
I cant sing
High
But I try

Try
Try
Try
Try
Try
Try

You you try so hard
It's in your words
It's in your eyes
Your eyes theyre sharp
Your eyes, the spark

If you could cry
Would you write?
Where you lie?

I love
You're art
Your heart
Your spite
You're like
To shine
When it's dark