I Guess What I'm Trying To Say Is... I Don't Know Nothin' At All.

I don't want to grow up, I'm having far too much fun being young. Making plenty of mistakes that I know I might eventually learn from. Letting love in and passing it around, keeping track of all the little notes and things we've switched around. Allowing strangers access to all the silly stupid things I think. Like if I wrote them down pen and paper style, only I did it with invisible ink. The kind you can smear on anything then simply wipe it away, I wish the same thing worked with tears and lies before tonight becomes today. The earliest hours of the morning is when I do my thinking best, so hold my eyes wide open and let my hands do the rest. I don't need no paintbrush, no oil canvas to spill. As long as you'll promise to sit with me and watch while I make my kill. Don't call it a slaughter, it's nothing like that, if you'll allow me to explain. Just a simple little verb called living life, rhymes with winning a game. So hand over your artillery, I'll give you a lesson in machinery. The end of a pen as the glowing lights dim, sounds like it's time to shut it down. But every night the same old thing, toss and turn as sleep escapes me. Trying to allow an emptiness to creep into my head, fill my conscious with nothing-thoughts, just like you always said. I'm taking your advice, I'm ingesting your words. You heard right, I'm listening to what you said! Truth be told you aren't half as bad as the conversations we shared in your full sized bed.