Episode Details

Maybe it's a secret weapon

Maybe it's a blessing

Maybe it's a lesson

Maybe It's a curse

Maybe it's the way I'm supposed to learn, I'm guessing

Maybe's only make It worse,

Take this day with a grain of salt,

A lemon slice

I promise you, I'll make it nice

This is my purpose here:

I

Was sent

To love you, so

Suffer your feelings unto

Me

(Empathy)

Maybe it's the sunrise

Maybe it's a surprise

Maybe it's my disguise

I don't know

Maybe it's some that place I should go

I love my ‘home'

But

I'm all alone, so—

Take this day with a grain of salt,

A lemon slice

I promise you,

I'll make it nice

This is my purpose here:

I

Was sent

To love you, so

Suffer your feelings unto

Me

(Empathy)

Maybe I'm just crazy

Maybe I'm your baby

Maybe I'll be saving planet earth

One day

Maybe I'm just dying

I'm so sick of crying

But I won't stop trying, no

Maybe you're the greatest

Maybe I'm the latest

Maybe fill my plate with

Everything I hate

Maybe I'm too late, but

Maybe I've been waiting

Lately I've been dreaming

Of us

So just

Bare with me

Certainly

In love

With you

No maybes.

Take this day with a grain of salt,

A lemon slice

I promise you,

I'll make it nice

This is my purpose here:

I

Was sent

To love you, so

Suffer your feelings unto

Me, too

(Empathy)

Maybe it's my Purple Heart

Maybe this is just the start

Maybe we are just apart

For now

Maybe it's your pretty eyes

Maybe it's the moonlight nights

Maybe I'm just star struck

Right now

Right now

Right now

Maybes make everything better.

Cross my heart
Hope to die
Wish I never seen your eyes
I'm empty
Didn't see a thing
I just heard a ringing in my ears
I heard you thought I wanted diamond rings
Nah
I'm just singing these songs you wrote to myself
I just put your name in the book on my shelf, titled
“Things I'll get to later.”
And I will,
I have Will power
And you have Will I Am's number on standby LOL (Skrill-I-Am--who said that???)
And I'll probably fly standby next time I fly...
Because...yes, I was looking right at you—
Write about it? I have to;
I'm half blue—and the music in my queue is half you,
So what am I supposed to do—?
Just not?
What am I supposed to say? I said
“Stop. Get out of my head.”
Perhaps if I had a bed, I'd let you in it
Cause you've been in my head, already—there's no closer than that
And I can't hide from the shadows you cast on the inside of my eyelids anymore than I can the darkness of my skin, or the coldness of my spirit;
My heart is just as warm as ever, though—and you can hear it...
Sunken, syncing to the rhythms of any beat loud enough to rock it out of the lucid dream I fell into
Weeks ago,
Weeks before I saw your eyes,weeks before I heard the lies that I could be,
Would be
Was chosen—
But I won't be, that's not my place in this world; my place is to see you and wonder, and watch, and wait—
And listen to the words nobody else can hear,
When your music speaks.
Maybe “I see you” was accurate—
Maybe “I hear you “is all that's left
Maybe “I feel you” about sums it up. But “I love you.” Is what I would say, And you? Never.
Because we don't know each other,
We're just in the same places a lot;
And most of those places are just,
Extended parking lots where old would ga