I trust that you feel it in this moment
But I don't trust you'll always feel that way
That's how I was hurt before
Counting on every word he'd say

Do you miss the way I walk
Or the silly way I talk
Do you think twice
About how you weren't that nice
Or have you moved on
Not considering that I'm gone

You won't get a second chance
To get back that loving glance
I won't run back to your embrace
And let you kiss my face
But I don't think you care
Because real love was never there

And I still dream about you somehow
Even though I've tried to vow
That I won't think about those times
And keep validating them with rhymes
But even though I'm low
I don't want you to know

That I miss the way you walk
And the serious way you talk
That I'm willing to think twice
About how not nice would just suffice
And that I'm trying to move on
Yet still wishing you weren't gone

My life is a series of dashes dreams
Sewing up patches
To have them ripped at the seams

I woke up to a dream of me kissing your chest
Teasingly nibbling at your flesh
My heart full of smiles
But your eyes shifted away
The same way they did that day
And I wouldn't get a kiss goodbye
Not even in my dreams

I saw a quote today that said,
“One day you lose something, and you'll say:
‘Oh my God. I was happy.
And I didn’t even know it.’”

But then came the voice inside my head,
"That day you lost someone, and you thought:
'Oh my God. I was unhappy.
And I didn't even know it."

I think I like pictures
Because they’re like dreams
Of this perfect world
Of more than it seems

You can sense the emotion
The intangible rapture
When they saw something beautiful
That they needed to capture