Someone once asked me, why I always write
I said, Why does the moon come out every night?
That's how she breathes, she doesn't know how to cry
How lonely she'd be between the stars without her sky
And she only shines brighter with the craters on her chest
So when my heart is aching, I do what I do second best
Well why not first, why settle for less?
Because you can't say "I miss you" by the way that you dress
A new pair of shoes can't ask "Why'd you leave?"
You can't literally wear your heart on your sleeve
Sometimes I take the tears right out of my eye
And put them into song, but I can only sing so high
But with words there is not limit, no staying in time
No rules, no price tag, you don't even have to rhyme
So if I can't have a fairy tale, the ink and paper can
And I'll live happily ever after, with a pen in my hand