Coming of Age

Polaroids in New York City

I'm sick of watching movies and falling for the lies,
I'm sick of watching TV and feeling like I'm running out of time.
I've let that four letter word define me for far too long,
I'm sick of hearing countless and endless love songs.
I've let the sheer fragment of feelings,
Cloud my happiness, cause all this emotional bleeding.
Chasing the idea of a happy ending is so dangerous if it has no meaning.

But, the trees are pink and the flowers are pastel,
Life is a dream and my heart is full bluebells.
I can feel a newness start to appear,
My cheeks are glistening, glowing from the tears.
I feel better knowing that I know my limits,
A problem can come my way, I'll just use it.
Use it to my advantage like a steroid,
Take a shot of it, what a stunning Polaroid.
I appreciate the clear days and I understand the blue,
I went through the grays and made my way to you.

So, when you find me in New York City,
Where the boys are rebels and the girls are pretty,
Think of the best moments we shared,
Think of how deeply I cared.
I might be drowning in a city full of coffee and skyscrapers,
But for you, I'd move to the country and bring you to shelter.
Because I care, I care so deeply,
I love you more than I love New York City.

Laugh with me, in absolute harmony.
Life can't get much better than this,
A perfect little slice of happiness, and a dose of bliss.
I feel so happy l could cry,
I feel so energetic I could die,
You could tell me a thousand lies,
And I would look stupid, still I smile.
I can't regress into escaping my fears,
All I have is now, cheers.
Red fades into an intensity I once felt,
Orange starts to appear, a magenta sunset.
There's white and some silver shining on my skin,
A wonderful twist of fate, a victorious win.