of　me

i　don't　like　reality

it's　way　too　clear　to　me

but　really　life　is　daily

we　are　what　we　don't　see

we　missed　everything　daydreaming

flames　to　dust

lovers　to　friends

why　do　all　good　things　e　to　an　end

flames　to　dust

lovers　to　friends

why　do　all　good　things　e　to　an　end

travelling　i　always　stop　at　exits

wondering　if　i'll　stay

young　and　restless

living　this　way　i　stress　less

i　want　to　pull　away　when　the　dream　dies

the　pain　sets　it　and　i　don't　cry

i　only　feel　gravity　and　i　wonder　why

flames　to　dust

lovers　to　friends

why　do　all　good　things　e　to　an　end

flames　to　dust

lovers　to　friends

why　do　all　good　things　e　to　an　end

dogs　were　whistling　a　new　tune

barking　at　the　new　moon

hoping　it　would　e　soon　so　that　they　could　die

dogs　were　whistling　a　new　tune

barking　at　the　new　moon

hoping　it　would　e　soon　so　that　they　could　die

flames　to　dust

lovers　to　friends

why　do　all　good　things　e　to　an　end

flames　to　dust

lovers　to　friends

why　do　all　good　things　e　to　an　end

dogs　were　barking　at　the　new　moon

whistling　a　new　tune

hoping　it　would　e　soon

and　the　sun　was　wondering

if　it　should　stay　away　for　a　day

until　the　feeling　went　away

and　the　sky　was　falling

and　the　clouds　were　dropping

and　t