sometimes I get tired of greener pastures
I get bored with hopping white fences
breaking free from this BREaKING me
and retiring back where these wishes were made
these dreams were dreamed under my night-time sky
recognizing infinite feelings and asking "why"
always the QUESTIONS (always WHAT IF)
always tensing-up stomachs
secret t(w)alks>>
hiding out our secret thoughts
but thats SO BORING, SO REHEARSED
I want to wake up with a thirst
[for you and a life all about us]
[to look, to see your eyes,
to see <3>
but it's not over,
I'm still tearing fences down
WHEN WILL I STOP
WHEN WILL I STOP this?