Happy birthday, you're alone
Twenty-seven years young
And what do you have to show?
Did you ever find love?
And did it grow old?
Would it help if I told you no?
'Cause it's so hard sometimes to sugarcoat
The bitterness of the truth
But I've made water into wine without the sweetness of a fruit
I've been know to get too drunk on love to cover up the pain
I just need some time alone to sober up and start again
I'll write a letter to myself
And what I wanna know
"Are your dreams still on the shelf?"
Whatever happened to your friends?
Memories of a different shade
Is that smile still on your face?
Because it's hard, you know, to make it grow with sand instead of soil
But I've seen flowers in the desert that make daisies all look spoiled
It gets lonely when the sun retreats, I know it couldn't stay
But I promise I'll get better if you just give me the day