Days tick by
Like calendar pages
Floating one by one
Out the broken window
With new ideas
Scratched and sprawled
Across each flimsy one
Down to the river
Where they belong
To be long forgotten
Is it okay if I'm never
What you want
Am I the same if I
Never fly at all
The creative thing
Seems to have missed me by
Half a millimile
And I'm so sick of it
Leaving me here to rot
Haven't had a new idea
Since I was in fifth grade
Every one not good enough
To follow right behind the last
I have so many thing to say
No good way to tell em
Will all I ever be
Is the sum of those who
Missed their chance
Is it okay if I'm never
What you want
Am I the same if I
Never fly at all
The creative thing
Seems to have missed me by
Half a millimile
And I'm so sick of it
Leaving me
Do you love me anyway
Do you love me anyway
Do you love me anyway
Can you
Say you love me anyway
Or that it's okay
If I'm never what you want
That I'm the same
If I never fly at all
The creative thing
Seems to have missed me
By half a millimile
And I'm so sick of it
Leaving me
Here
Oh
I'm so sick of it
Leaving me here to rot