black and white and overly dramatic all the colored lights give the people headaches / never could keep inside the lines i think there's symbolism there i never was good with goodbyes that's how i ended up here / half grown up and full of doubt like poetry never read and rarely thought about / think about the days when everything wasn't the same and we appreciated snow that fell and ourselves as much as someone else it may be a long time gone, but as long as we go on.. i'll remember crayon-scrawled cards pasted with all cut out hearts / black and white and overly dramatic all the colored lights give the people headaches / pulling eyelashes just to wish on them for something fast and maybe something beyond that