|
I dream backwards
Towards alien skin and lies
Tell the good jokes
Appear happy within the trenches
Of lax, bloodshot eyes
I miss you..
Not just now
But always
As we walk the planks
To and fro
Imagine we�ve held anything
Been real
Loved enough
I miss you
Not just now
But always
And wish I had enough sense
To shut up
When it meant something.
|
|
|
