I can see the craters on the moon
And that’s better than leaving way too soon
Coz the midnight knows my name
And I play piano like it’s a game
And stress everybody out
With my errant doubt
And all that I do without
I silently scream instead of shout
And they never understand 
All the monuments I have planned
To my underscore
I have less that’s wanting more
In the dewy air
All the absent answered prayers
As I call out to the sky
Say I’m not afraid to die
But is that wishing for the scorch
Instead of white picket fences and a front porch
And I try to explain 
About precipitation when it’s pouring rain
And I do it once more
Knock on every open door
To file away
Check on me if I don’t smile today