• Tell me if this is making no sense
    I wrote this when nothing was right
    when clock towers were swimming backwards
    and the sun, and the moon forgot to shine

    Maybe you could hear me if I learned how to write
    hot air balloons and lullabies fishing in the sky
    if you reach out and catch one, they will take you, you’ll see
    but, they tell me it’s all imaginary
    they tell me it’s all make believe

    I must have a fever, could this be in my head?
    I know her autumn lasts longer than this one did
    packing up my bags and leaving this town
    these butterflies around my head are more than just a crown

    Maybe you could hear me if I telegraphed from there
    this place in the clouds cannot be just to me
    but I know if I tried, you would never let me be
    you would be stumbling on the doorstep
    trying to make sense of this scene
    so, maybe you’re right
    maybe this is all make believe