I'm the back of this paper
just like i'm the back of your mind
with pencil markings and mistakes
words scribbled out and replaced
all the thoughts you own are secrets
is it bad to think you think of me?
if it makes me smile, then let me imagine
lets just pretend
this one night i'm yours and you are mine
and we can both be the back of this paper
since the front is reality
the story of your life
and all of your past retreats to the back
of your mind
we can hide in our memories
right behind the pile of scribbles
of words you will never repeat
just for this one night
no lies, just wishes
make my dream come true
tonight take my hand
that is all I ask for
even if it is just an act
and it might not mean anything to you
but you're the world to me
In this dream you realize my love for you
and just for one night
in the back of your mind, on the back of this paper
you would finally think of me
and how I used to be the one you loved
and how I was once important to you
Then the back of this paper runs out
You wake up and I gaze at you,
left behind in the past, the dream.
