Capo 3

I, I don't know how to go back down Away from three it's meant to be A poem i sing And that's the thing It's seeks out stress I cannot press All my crimes They have me sing It makes me mean All the time Time Time Time All the time I wish you could see You help them leave What's in their mind Oh, that old lie Creates a dream That's so empty On capo 3 I cant sing High But I try Try Try Try Try Try Try You you try so hard It's in your words It's in your eyes Your eyes theyre sharp Your eyes, the spark If you could cry Would you write? Where you lie? I love You're art Your heart Your spite You're like To shine When it's dark