Outline

Why would someone who’s that kind of beautiful
Ever wanna talk to someone who’s this kind of me,
I guess that I just started assuming
When we said the word “music” we meant different things,

I don’t do much while i’m sitting around here,
Counting down hours and crossing through dates,
I decided that I wouldn’t waste all of my time here,
I decided I’d feel something while I wait,

But now all my feelings are vague and confusing,
It’s the same when I put pen to paper to draw,
I’m pretty good and getting proportions
But I always get the shapes totally wrong,

So I’ll be like daylight in the summer
and you’ll be the moon as it fades from the sky,
I’ll think I follow our conversations
But the outline gets lost with the passage of time.