Taken Out Of Context I Must Seem

I Knew Naturally As A Child Not To Forfeit My Creativity To A World That's All Laid Out For Me. I'll Look At Everything Around Me And Vow To Keep In Mind That Alla This Is Just Someone's Idea. It Could Have Just As Well Been Mine.

And Thoughts Of No Other Man But You Could Possibly Get Through The Picket Lines To Enter Into My Mind.

When I Look Down, I Miss All The Good Stuff And When I Look Up, I Just Trip Over Things.

I Am Writing Graffiti On Your Body. I Am Drawing The Story Of How Hard We Tried.

Love Is A Piano Dropped From A Fourth Story Window, And You Were In The Wrong Place At The Wrong Time.