Beautiful Things

Typewriter tell me what year it was
 Typing to the rhythm of a century on the cusp.
 We were out there smoking on the sidewalks
 We were lovers drinking to another song on the jukebox
 Don't kill all the beautiful things
 I was searching for truth, in the dust of my days
 I was so lost, and I was so young.
 Cinematic, I was cynical on the city bus
 literary wrote lyrics like I thought I was
 we were sleeping racing for the future
 bicycle tires spinning revolution.
 Don't kill all the beautiful things
 I was searching for truth, in the dust of my days
 I was so lost, and I was so young.
 The city was sweating in the summer heat
 I wrote melodies of regret to a def and empty street
 I was so lonely it started to rain,
 the lightning and thunder were singing my name
 I thought those songs could save me.
 I thought those songs could save me.
 Don't kill all the beautiful things
 I was searching for truth, in the dust of my days
 I was so lost, and I was so young.
 We were so lost, and we were so young.
 DON'T KILL ALL THE BEAUTIFUL THINGS.