Wednesday, June 10, 2009

Don't Let...

The world will nickel and dime you
Until all you have left is your two cents
Your old TV
And your fashion sense
Don't let time fly away with your dreams
Before you know it
You'll be out of time and have nothing more than
Some ripped jeans, faded photographs
Books with folded corners and
Circles on maps of places you've always wanted to see
I won't let that be me

Don't let, don't let the flower pedals
Fall to the floor
Save them before they die
Don't let, don't let the sky rid
Of all its stars
Sit there and watch them fly, fly by

And don't let your love run off with your soul
Unless you're holding theirs for ransom
In your inner-most heart
Don't let the world
Fade to grey before you see the sunrise from a rooftop
See the fireworks from your front lawn
I wonder what will become of you
If you become nothing yourself
I can't let that be me

Don't let, don't let the flower pedals
Fall to the floor
Save them before they die
Don't let, don't let the sky rid
Of all its stars
Sit there and watch them fly, fly by

There's too much to see
To walk around with your eyes closed
There's too much to do
To be dreading what you've never done
You've got to love life to have one
You've got to have a heart to find love

Don't let, don't let the flower pedals
Fall to the floor
Save them before they die
Don't let, don't let the sky rid
Of all its stars
Sit there and watch them fly, fly by

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