Writing la la la la
la la
just trying to find a melody
that doesn't sound so alone,
I'm lonely all the time
It's the first day of spring
I'm hotter than summer,
but I feel like fall
with my leaves
strewn all over winter
and there's snow inside
Time use to tell me
it's good to be alone,
but clocks don't feel misery
and I'm missing him
for all the I's in my latter poems
So I'm writing la la la la
la la ,
just trying to convey loneliness
as something beautiful,
but it's dark outside
and I can't help but wonder
if night has fallen
where you are,
this is my lullaby
