hey narrator, now where have you gone?   i've heard you humming to the songs   the soundtrack of my public misery   the real world treads on all teenage dreams   and we keep wondering what life means   denying it might mean nothing at all   is the shoebox enough to make it worth it?   memories of reaching true love   even though it might have been just for a while   why take someone on a dive to nowhere?   is the ride itself enough to bear   the solitude of a long walk back home?   and will my home look at me the same way   or will it be shaped like her face   asking me what in hell am i to do   with the name of her dog, the size of her shoes   the crooked smile she cracks when she loses   at a board game...   was it there when she said goodbye?      and if it's a lonely effort   what's the point in living this pain?   just a random attempt at finding something that's bigger   a sum that means more than just you and me   is life the wait for the chance to try again?   just the wait for one more chance to try again   or just hanging around?      the narrator hops back on stage:   "well, that's it, i've had enough!   i'm disgusted by this poetry in loneliness!   when did this tyranny of sorrow ruin the things we believed   were a deeper kind of commitment?   and look how those butterflies flying away seem lovely from here!   because love is more than selfish adjectives   what went wrong that now a kiss and a happy end   seem just so out of the ordinary?   it should not seem so out of the ordinary..."      then the boy runs for the girl one final time   and the audience claps, just feeling so alive   'cause even though there was no once upon a time   it must end with happy ever after