all you need is tr(l)ust and a little but of pixie dust.

this is to the loves who love in dreams, and wake up dying to go back.
this is to hearts connected to heads.
this is to blood steams that only keep us alive.
this is to forever seventeen.
this is to alway coming in second.
its hard to remember when all of this was perfect (in my head at least)
im sick of the tabloids and all i ever wanted was a heart to hold
if i had a treasure chest im sure no one would bother looking through the collaterol to find the smallest piece of gold
forever is a scary thing
so, why do we spend our whole lives searching for it?
in every crack, in every corner (in every pill, in every dollar)
"ive never told a lie, and that makes me a liar. ive never made a bet, but we gamble with desire."
theres a funny thing about rewind, if you do it too much itll bunch up on you and eventually break
all the times i wished i had said no. changed.
sometimes sorry isnt enough, but i never really ever asked that much from you.
$20 hotel rooms and i can feel you breathing
sunrises behind the eyelids
i get bright ideas in dark rooms
mr sandman must be on break because i havent seen sleep in a while

numb.

second star to the right.

You know that place between sleep and awake, the place where you can still remember dreaming? That's where I'll always love you, Peter Pan. That's where I'll be waiting.

So come with me, where dreams are born, and time is never planned. Just think of happy things, and your heart will fly on wings, forever, in Never Never Land!