Somewhere in time,
I lost touch with reality.
Somewhere,
In between those long summer nights
With your voice as a cool blanket,
And your face burnt in my mind,
I lost my sense of direction.
I still feel that familiar,
Quintessential and cliche
Butterfly-in-the-stomach effect
When I think about those days.
Those brush of the hand moments,
Where eyes collided and words were lost.
Lost;
Back then it seemed like my voice always was.
Lost at all the wrong moments when
I was meant to tell you everything, and anything,
That floated to the top of my head.
And I gave you the best of me.
My starry-eyed dreams,
My ever secret reason to live,
And love, over and over again.
Time though, as it seems,
Has a pathetic sense of humor,
Leaving me singing to songs,
By Blink 182 and Allister.
Songs that remind me how right we were,
And how beautiful this world was,
Before you decided to pack it up and ship it out.
Now, we're older, wiser,
Compared to before at least.
Who knew four years could seem
Like such a lifetime in our existences.
Sitting on the deck at 3 AM
Hearing the world wake up to the beat of:
"...Please don't go away
I want this feeling to
Stay with me forever..."
How many times will those words echo?
Until you come back home?
How many times,
Will I lay awake on the roof,
And count the airplanes that fly by?
Three, twelve, a hundred, forever?
Sometimes I feel those clouds start rolling in,
The ones that tell me the storm is
Right around the corner.
Waiting, for lightning to strike
Twice. Making the sand on the shore
Into delicate glass you'll find only once,
And then it'll be too late for this tomorrow.
So I'll take a bow,
Surrendering this round to you.
All knowing and all wise
Misfortunate ring leader.
You wanted to lead,
So then, lead on.
Maybe I'll follow you in the big
Yellow submarine.
Then we can float on into the great wide sea,
And you can promise me that great blue ocean of wonder,
Before I do the worst thing, and swim away forever.
