Sometimes You Have To Just Take A Chance

Once a little boy went to school. One morning The teacher said: “Today we are going to make a picture.” “Good!” thought the little boy. He liked to make all kinds; Lions and tigers, Chickens and cows, Trains and boats; And he took out his box of crayons And began to draw.

But the teacher said, “Wait!” “It is not time to begin!” And she waited until everyone looked ready. “Now,” said the teacher, “We are going to make flowers.” “Good!” thought the little boy, He liked to make beautiful ones With his pink and orange and blue crayons. But the teacher said “Wait!” “And I will show you how.” And it was red, with a green stem. “There,” said the teacher, “Now you may begin.”

The little boy looked at his teacher’s flower Then he looked at his own flower. He liked his flower better than the teacher’s But he did not say this. He just turned his paper over, And made a flower like the teacher’s. It was red, with a green stem.

On another day The teacher said: “Today we are going to make something with clay.” “Good!” thought the little boy; He liked clay. He could make all kinds of things with clay: Snakes and snowmen, Elephants and mice, Cars and trucks And he began to pull and pinch His ball of clay.

But the teacher said, “Wait!” “It is not time to begin!” And she waited until everyone looked ready. “Now,” said the teacher, “We are going to make a dish.” “Good!” thought the little boy, He liked to make dishes. And he began to make some That were all shapes and sizes.

But the teacher said “Wait!” “And I will show you how.” And she showed everyone how to make One deep dish. “There,” said the teacher, “Now you may begin.”

The little boy looked at the teacher’s dish; Then he looked at his own. He liked his better than the teacher’s But he did not say this. He just rolled his clay into a big ball again And made a dish like the teacher’s. It was a deep dish.

And pretty soon The little boy learned to wait, And to watch And to make things just like the teacher. And pretty soon He didn’t make things of his own anymore.

Then it happened That the little boy and his family Moved to another house, In another city, And the little boy Had to go to another school.

The teacher said: “Today we are going to make a picture.” “Good!” thought the little boy. And he waited for the teacher To tell what to do. But the teacher didn’t say anything. She just walked around the room.

When she came to the little boy She asked, “Don’t you want to make a picture?” “Yes,” said the little boy. “What are we going to make?” “I don’t know until you make it,” said the teacher. “How shall I make it?” asked the little boy. “Why, anyway you like,” said the teacher. “And any color?” asked the little boy. “Any color,” said the teacher. And he began to make a red flower with a green stem.

Be still my foolish heart don’t ruin this on me

When you move, I’m moved

My heart is thrilled by the still of your hand

Sit here and watch the sunlight fade

Staying up ‘til we’re sober, wasting money on regrets

From the minute that I saw you, I started thinking twice

The lights are going out here, wanna come to mine instead?

And the nights were as dark as my baby, half as beautiful too

I was highest by your warmth, and I was transformed

I won’t deny I’ve got in my mind now all the things we’d do

Imagine being loved by me 

Lover, be good to me 

I wouldn’t fall for someone I thought couldn’t misbehave

I’d suffer Hell if you’d tell me what you’d do to me tonight

Honey, I laugh when it sinks in, a pillar, I am upright 

With the roar of the fire, my heart goes to its feet 

I would gladly be the Icarus to your certainty 

Wasteland, baby. I’m in love, I’m in love with you 

Bonus - NFWMB

I’d wanna be felled by you, held by you, fuel the pyre of your enemies

The best of you, honey, belongs to me

Take Me to Church -  The only heaven I’ll be sent to is when I’m alone with you. Angel of Small Death -  She’s the angel of small death and the codeine scene. Jackie and Wilson -  We tried the world, good God, it wasn’t for us. Someone New - Love with every stranger, the stranger the better. To Be Alone -  To feel your weight in arms I’d never use, it’s the God that heroin prays to. From Eden -  Innocence died screaming, honey, ask me I should know. In a Week -  So long, we’d become the flowers, two corpses we were, two corpses I saw. Sedated -  We are deaf, we are numb, free and young and we can feel none of it. Work Song - pretty much the chorus. Like Real People Do - We should just kiss like real people do. It Will Come Back -  Don’t let it in with with no intention to keep it, Jesus Christ. Foreigner’s God -  I’ve no language left to say it, but all I do is quake to her. Breaking if I try convey it, the broken love I make to her. Cherry Wine - the whole damn song.

Almost (Sweet Music) lockscreens. Hozier.