Lyrics:

It's kinda weird, planning everything out beforehand And you can go see the world on your own And you can choose your friends and drive your own car
But some days it was nice to feel remembered
I wish sometimes I could feel
The way I was loved
Sometimes I wish I could deal
With the pain that comes with growing up

I wish I could just spin a pinwheel and end up back on that beach as a kid Back when I had no problems, I had no trauma
Watching the waves and the birds work together to write me a poem
And I'll miss my mama and all the drama From when, when I was young
When when I was young when I was young
Construction paper hearts in my bed
When I was young, I was so young Visions of sugar plums danced in my head
And now that I'm older I know I miss it.
When I was young

All those long drives I laid awake so you could carry me in through the door But now I'm too big, to fit in your arms.
I used to look up at the world with fascinated eyes But now that I see it, I'd rather have somebody sing me a lullaby

Flying a kite at the beach
Drinking your watered Iced tea
Still got all these memories Waiting here inside of me Strawberry picking and doing the laundry When I didn't know what to say
Kayaking down by the lake: Homemade ice cream birthday cake

Construction Paper Hearts

Lyrics:

Oh Break me
I will Follow you 
Oh Come closer
I'll do what you do

I know you're not here for long
But I'm allowed to stay

Woah, oh
I don't know how to change 
I don't know how to change

I would be my own person
But you wouldn't like her anyway
And intrusive thoughts Change the way that I dress think and feel

Trying to make you love me is harder than it seems Cause I know what you need is me

I Don't Know How To Change

Recorded in Colin's Bedroom

Lyrics

Always saw their point of view
Though they never asked me too
Always understood. The words
Always knew about the work

I planted too many seeds
My yards ivergrown by weed
Think I should weed the patch
Good things weren’t grown to last

But lovely darling you
A rose always has its thorns
But oh my honeydew
I know you were born 

To be held
To be loved
How come people don’t say those words often
You deserve 
To be loved
How come people think that we already know it 
We assume
But from my point of view

Never be rude it’s wrong
A woman is to soothe by song
Always told I string along
Never just friends, for long

You don’t get to pick and choose
Does it feel bad to lose
You don’t get to touch my hair
Sometimes life just isn’t fair

But my heart and home
A rose always has its thorns
But oh my honeycomb
You words hold no scorn

To be held
To be loved
People should say those words to you more often
You deserve 
To be loved
How come people think that we already know it 
We assume
But from my point of view
There’s lots to do
But I only think of you

Overgrown

Is this all there is

musician and songwriter, lover of the arts! 

Cherish

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