Someday I might look up without fear of falling,
down isnt a direction, just a way of life.
I’ve been so long without a love song,
that now it’s all I hear.
We’ll pull the stops out,
make every lyric count,
hope you know I wont let you out,
out, out there, on your own,
without me to look around for.
I’d stay close enough to be associated,
you’d stay close enough to be embarassed,
a neat little game,
we both liked the way it felt.
Contact highs never last.
I remember dreaming you were my reflection,
just as tired, just as beaten, just as lost.
I put my hand to yours and I turned to sand.
Dreams have meaning,
somewhere,
sometime.
Subconcious pillowtalk,
impossible yet always provacative.
This might go on for a while,
l’ll make it as painless as I can.
No promises.
