Black and white And overly dramatic All the colored lights give the people headaches Never could keep inside the lines I think there's symbolism there I never was good with goodbyes That's how i ended up here Half grown up And full of doubt like poetry Never read and rarely thought about Think about the days When everything wasn't the same and We appreciated snow that fell And ourselves as much as someone else It may be a long time gone But as long as we go on.. I'll remember crayon-scrawled cards Pasted with all cut out hearts Black and white And overly dramatic All the colored lights give the people headaches Pulling eyelashes Just to wish on them for something fast And maybe something beyond that