Perched above your window I can waste the time I didn't need
Smile at your britches, maybe blow a kiss at eyes upon your screen
Teach a kid what love is with a movie he won't understand for now
And teach someone who knows too well reality won't let him out
But no one can convince her that she don't know
And even I can't stand the fact she's alone
On this empty globe
Impetuous romantics taking cover from the stoics we adore
With Peter Pan emotions swinging in and out five days before
It's hard to love a bucket, it depends what things she has in her today
And when the bucket's empty, she can't believe how heartless is despair
But no one can convince her that she don't know
And even I can't stand the fact she's alone
On this empty globe
Growing old is knowing that your loneliness is not when you're alone
And growing old is when locations will not faze you when you're on your own
My god, I still don't know you though I've been here for a month by now
It's emptiness and street food—try to live this life I don't know how
But no one can convince her that she don't know
And even I can't stand the fact she's alone
On this empty globe
Growing old is knowing that you've tied too many symbols down
Growing old is knowing that there's no more you—just others plastered to your ground
My god it's so upsetting how the range of life is limits now
But impetuous romantics bring the whole thing back to life somehow