I can't recall a time
where I wished to...

I am
a broken dreamer...

I was always a terrible musician.
Out of tune...out of touch...

I catch a meteor
and craft my wishes...

As dawn's whisper
plants a kiss on...

Hold me
as the sun sets...

Your eyes
still waltz...

Etched in magazines
they claw at you...

It started with
a thirst for tomorrow...

Still in
denial...

Can I still find the man of my dreams
if I am only drenched in nightmares...

Ever fall in love on leftover fragments?
The presence visible...