I'm gonna stay.
Be annoying, be loud, be big and be gone.
Watch me go, because I have no desire to stay put.
Life is too materialistic for me. Let me be poor. I'll live in poverty, just give me books. Give me knowledge, give me my rings, and give me the sun. I want the sun tucked away in my pocket, ready to hand out to the people who need it.
Stay with me.
I'm soaring on high wings, look at me go.
Look what's below
-everything that I thought would never let me be.
Reality is such a boring way to live- I'd prefer the insanity of a happy heart and a free spirit.
I'll scrap by.
I'll make it.
Life is to beautiful to waste on formalities.
Let's waste time.
I'm dancing, bare foot and a fool, playing my imaginary guitar.
I'm struggling through the notes, but I'm playing for real now.
Flying on borrowed wings, who cares?
Maybe I'll grow my own.
Lets live off chips ahoy and fruit and give money to other people. Lets not have a real job. Let's read and sleep all day and roam at night.
Who needs real control?
Where does it get you?
Lets live, lets go, I've got nowhere to be if it's not with you.
Lets get your guitar and my bag.
I'll carry the books and the pens and the paper.
You play, you draw, I'll write.
I'll stand and charm them, you smile and play the way you should.
We're not this beautiful for nothing.
Come on love, you're what I want, who I need, let's run.
You've monsters and so have I.
We'll leave them behind, we'll be hidden in the shadow of the mountain that stole my heart.
I'm ready to bolt, and I know you'll be at my heels.
Safety never felt so free.
Come away with me.