III

All my friends are making their way She's in bed and still feels the same But what’s a feeling to the truth? And I found no fact in you, in you But things always leave Some you'll choose Some you will grieve There will be dreams that don't come true There will be things you thought you knew Thought you knew Stay where you are Now I’m leaving you But I won't go too far I grew away from you You're all alone in a mind made for two But if the color starts to fade from view Just put the paintbrush in your hand, your hand Your hand This year, I changed in the sense that I didn't This year, I moved, not by foot but by inch This year, I learned what she'd do to be smiled at This year, the shape of my mouth never flinched This year, the good things were far less appealing This year, the bad won me over for good This year, my tongue nearly lost all its feeling This year, my lips moved much more than they should This year, I grew till the sky filled my ears With whispers of sadness I turned into songs This year, I learned I can sing to a crowd Much more honestly than I can talk to my mom This year, I wrote down some notes in my phone And later heard strangers recite every word This year, I felt all their eyes and their ears I don't want to be seen, I just want to be heard Her and all my friends left me a year ago Maybe more, I heard that time flies when you spend it though I used to sleep and spawn tears, those are gone I don't think I'll cry as long as I’ve still got my girlfriend and my songs here Speaking of the songs, I’d like to thank you for the girlfriend Speaking of the girlfriend, thanks for staying here so long Speaking of the friends, I'd like to thank you for the good times And speaking of the her, I’d like to thank you for the songs