The past like I was winning
Swimming without cares for this troublesome world
Now it eats at my conscience
This new present swallows me up
I drown from this kind of swimming
I'm stuck in wave washed ashore

your name is
forbidden in
my mouth
or in my heart
because when
i think about
you;

i'll cry a little more,
hurt a little stronger
love a little softer
because you no longer
make me feel sober

i'm drunk on the
memory of you

if I'm not in your sweet dreams
I hope you find me in your nightmares instead

If you were a book,
I'd read you again.

If you were a ride,
I'd wait in line.

If you were my dream,
I'd never awaken.

If you were a star,
I'd never look down.

If you were a flower,
I'd never look up.

If you were mine,
I don't know what I'd do;
But I'd do it.

I kept chasing
you, as if
you were
a distant dream.
But dreams
are not always
dreams.
Sometimes, we have
nightmares too.

Why am I so afraid to lose you when you're not even mine....?