I was always a terrible musician.
Out of tune...out of touch...

Ever fall in love on leftover fragments?
The presence visible...

Etched in magazines
they claw at you...

I used to look for monsters
underneath my bed...

Still in
denial...

With every word
that escapes my lips...

I used to be masked with innocence
but I stumbled at the mercy...

Would you still make a wish
if its power could destroy...

I don't even know what we talk about
all I remember is how the sound...

I wish I could
tie strings...

I catch a meteor
and craft my wishes...

Can I still find the man of my dreams
if I am only drenched in nightmares...