Fill it up
To the top
Don't overflow
Use every last drop
There's never much
To go around
Take what you can
Keep what you've found
Over
Under
Through
The middle ground
From up above
Or down below
Where will it stop?
Nobody knows
We live in an almost world
Where cellophane dreams disappear
Into the lost and found
Remaining for years and years
Waiting to be claimed
Waiting to be loved
Hoping not to be abandoned
By the ones to which they once belonged
When all these dreams
Are gone
Will our worlds
Come crashing down?
When of these parallel
Lines are drawn
Will we follow them
Until they cross?
Over
Under
Through
Until we're lost
Search up about
And down below
Where will it stop
Nobody knows
We live in an almost world
Where cellophane dreams disappear
Into the lost and found
Remaining for years and years
Never to be claimed never to be loved
Only to be abandoned
By the ones to which they once belonged
When all these dreams
Are done
When they are gone
Will our worlds
Come crashing down
When all theses
Parallel lines are drawn
Will we follow
Them until the cross
Over
Under
Through
Until we're lost
Search up above
And down below
Will it stop
Nobody knows