cuckoo.

second star to the right, then straight on till morning. but who ever knew that missing someone could bring so much joy and hurt at the same time? and it's as if nothing else matters half as much. when you place every single last ounce of strength holding on to that thin line, the one that divides today from tomorrow, the past and the present, the used-to-bes and the want-to-bes. a bottle of memories, peach pink swirls with fairy dust, suspended among chaos and collisions. but as your heart does a triple somersault in the air, all you want to do is sit in a corner and cry. waiting, as time dances by. cuckoo, and the clock strikes one. cuckoo, and the clock strikes two. cuckoo, and i creep under warm covers and think of you.