This ones for you. The star of my dreams. The one who drifts. Then comes back to me. I’ll welcome you always. Don’t care where you’ve been. As long as my eyes close. I can’t see your sin.
Don’t mind me. I’m laughing cause I’m scared. The ghost my past forgot to kill reappeared. He popped up from nowhere the place that he’s from. I’ve done it before, I’ll do it again. So hey, gotta run.
Don’t follow me blindly, I’ll lead you astray. I see where I’m going, and I want you to stay.
In less than a month my work will be published. They’ll speak my own words and say that it’s rubbish. I’ll believe what they say and change my approach. I’ll wish that I hadn’t. I meant what I wrote.
Your words are sweet, your tongue is sharp, the way you speak is a work of art.
I’ve thought about this. Too much? Too soon to say. I’ve read about this. How long? The whole darn day. I’m worried about this. Again? Again. I could live without this. Without what? The end.
I came down from the mountains to see the view. Now I wish I was in space, I’d be over you.
You got me. You got me real good. For some reason I needed to understand why you felt so misunderstood. And now I know. I searched, I dug. And what did I find? Love, a drug. And I wish it wasn’t. I might have a chance then. I could find a way to deal or at least pretend. […]
I do so apologize when I said I believe in you. You see, what I meant was that I believe in the piece of you who also believes in me. I wish it was all of you, all of you that believed in me, but I can’t pretend to believe in what I can no longer see.
Man, Mr. Man I believe you can. Try just try, no need to cry. And if you do then do, it’s done. I’m still your two and you my one.