The poets lied
The stars don’t sing
The birds don’t talk
Hearts don’t have wings
So now I question everything
Until the morning comes
Until the morning comes
I know I’m young
I know that means
That I don’t know a single thing
But can’t my days have a bit more light
Instead of waiting for dark each night
I wonder if what I’m doing’s wrong
I thought maybe if I put my heart in a song
Something will happen, I won’t wait too long
I know I’m young, and even so
People keep saying just take it slow
These are the best days of your life
Then why does it feel like I’m running out of time?
People say their’s demons in their mind
But mine’s in my heart and it’s holding a f**** knife
The days now pass with more darkness than light
But it’s fine cause I’ll smile and say that I’m alright
