I have been holding onto the hope
\nThat I\u2019ll find answers in the moon
\nOr that I\u2019ll be revealed as a fairy
\nReleased from the expectations of a society that make me want to die
\nThere is too much going on to be bored
\nBut there is also too much going on for me to sleep
\n–
\nSometimes while I am sleeping,
\nTheir eyes blue bore into me again and I wake up with hope
\nIn my heart, i wish that I was bored
\nI\u2019d prefer that to wailing at the moon
\nAbout all the versions of me that have died
\nWhen someone stopped believing in fairies
\n–
\nI had a dream I met a fairy
\nAnd he begged me to help him get to sleep
\nHe told me he could make it so I didn\u2019t have to die
\nHe expected me to take that, but I don\u2019t have that hope
\nI can\u2019t wait to rejoin the moon
\nI bet with all the night sky to keep her company, she\u2019s never bored
\n–
\nI wonder if the sun gets bored
\nMaybe that\u2019s why it invented fairies
\nThe stars are always out to party with the moon
\nWhile the rest of the world sleeps
\nNeither of them should be lonely, that\u2019s my only hope
\nI know how much isolation can make you want to die
\n–
\nI don\u2019t have a desire to be young when I die
\nBut when I am low, there are moments where i am so bored
\nOf being alive. The highs of this roller coaster give me hope
\nWhen I can go out to a party and drink beer with a fairy
\nBut on the days I can\u2019t sleep
\nI try to make stories out of the clouds over the moon
\n–
\nI think of certain people when I look at the moon
\nI don\u2019t know if I can still call them friends, or if that label has died
\nThere used to be nights we\u2019d stay up ’til dawn talking, choosing that over sleep
\nBeing loved by them felt so easy, it was impossible to be bored
\nMy peter pan and my stubborn fairy
\nNow unanswered text messages, unmet hopes
\n–
\nI have been holding on to the hope that I won\u2019t have to keep wailing at the moon
\nI dream I make friends of a fairy and the loneliness doesn\u2019t make me want to die
\nBut even in moments where I am so bored, I\u2019d still choose living over endless sleep<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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