The faces, the reputations
Laughing through cigars
Dreamt of graduation, but woke up in a sleepwalk
Cuz now they're all off in bigger places
Looking for lives that don't seem small
I stay behind
Like a painter trying to catch a moment
Before it falls away
Spent so much time
And I'm brushstrokes from the perfect portrait
But all the light has begun to fade
So get ready, take your heart, and go
You can't be dreamin anymore
Has no one said "you've come of age"?
You've passed the day where you must grow
And nothing holds you back like hope
That there's still something left to chase
So grow up, give up, dreamer, wake
We're tongue tied for conversation
Our lips lie and our eyes steal
Ain't it overrated
Pretending we aren't kids still?
Saw so many shades before the changes
Not just blanket black and white
But overall,
It was nothing more than Mischief makin'
That made our colors blaze
And no one called those times when time stopped "wishful thinking"
Until they saw the world in grays
Now get ready, take your heart, your home
And put your mind above your soul
Force your eyes open awake
You've passed the day where you must know
That too much faith will leave you broke
The table's titled, the story's staged
So wise up, wake up, dreamer, break
A victim of mind,
Of secondhand truth
A victim of time
To run out of youth
But when the light went away
No difference was made
To the painter who knows that it goes every day
For the scene never fades
To he who has Mischief left to make
So get ready, don't ever let go
Your mind's a hard thing to ignore
But a dreamer's heart won't ever change
Color your canvas full of hopes
And dip your brush 'cuz life's so short
And we're all dying anyway
So go on, let Mischief be made
There's so much Mischief left to make
Let it live on, dreamer
Paint