to sleep– Perhaps to dream

brave brilliant beautiful

We used to stand around the piano and sing.

Someone would play along, just hitting random keys.

It wasn't much, but it was beautiful.

We used to go to almost every football game.

We never watched them but we sat there just the same.

It wasn't much, but it was beautiful.

And now they don't see me at all,

and they don't want to.

And I've got other pretty things

that I've moved on to

but there are

beautiful things that I've said goodbye to.

Wouldn't you think that by now I'd try to

care a bit less so it wouldn't hurt so bad?

But even if I'm disillusioned by my beautiful heroes,

if beautiful friendships become ugly,

the most beautiful thing is the endless love I have.

Even as it's falling apart,

this brave and brilliant, beautiful heart

still falls for beautiful things.

My siblings brought the speaker out on windy days

and we would dance to soundtracks from video games.

It wasn't much, but it was beautiful.

And we would sail leaves down the gutter when it rained

and we'd race with them till they fell down the storm drain.

It wasn't much, but it was beautiful.

But then I grew up and moved out,

and we grew out of that.

And when it's stormy I look out

and feel a little sad

for all the

beautiful things that I've said goodbye to.

Wouldn't you think that by now I'd try to

care a bit less so it wouldn't hurt so bad?

But even if I'm disillusioned by my beautiful heroes,

if beautiful friendships become ugly,

the most beautiful thing is the endless love I have.

Even as it's falling apart,

this brave and brilliant, beautiful heart

still falls for beautiful things.

I don't ever want to reach a point

where I have nothing significant to lose.

I'd rather take on all the disappointment

of love than give it up for comfort.

I'll never be accused

of apathy when it comes to beautiful things.

I'll be deep in love with every–

I believe there's a hundred, still growing–

I will be deep in love with every

beautiful thing I might say goodbye to.

Wouldn't you think that by now I'd try to

care a bit less so it wouldn't hurt so bad?

But even if I'm disillusioned by my beautiful heroes,

if beautiful friendships become ugly,

the most beautiful thing is the endless love I have.

Even as it's falling apart,

this brave and brilliant, beautiful heart

still falls for beautiful things–

longs for beautiful things–

lives for beautiful things.