By Julia Rose Twamley
When I build a time machine
I’ll take it to the past,
And when I do I’ll look for you,
Say all the things I never asked.
Then I’ll drive it to the future
And meet you at our home,
I’ll remind you if it weren’t for you
I’d still be alone.
When I build a time machine
I’ll swap my lips for ears,
Do you think that if I’d listened more
I could be standing with you here?
When I build a time machine
I’ll be not family but a friend,
I’ll try my best to make you believe
Not all good things have to end.
When I build a time machine
I won’t always have to win,
I’ll tell you things about my life,
I’ll try to let you in.
When I build a time machine
I’ll stand up for you more,
The others said you’d lost your mind
But you just wanted to explore.
I’ll talk to the mind and heart
That no one else could see,
When others saw your senseless eyes,
You made sense to me.
When I build a time machine
I’ll try not to hide.
But when I do I’ll look at you
And let you see me cry.
When I build a time machine
You won’t be listening from above.
If I’d built a time machine
You would’ve known that you were loved.
