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