Life would be rather different
If the choices we made could be undone
If the things we decided too late could be taken back
If the words we never said could be heard at the right time
Life would be rather different.

Wake me up
Shake me awake
This is just a dream
Everything you're saying is fake.

Pour water on me
Please just open my eyes
I've got to get away from this
Each and every one of you are filled with lies.

I'll awaken soon
It's just a long dream
Smack me if you have to
Nothing we know is as it seems.

Constantly holding on
Who's to be my strong hero
To zap my heart awake into reality
Dropped from cloud nine to ground zero.

Like all days, I wonder.
I wonder what you're thinking.
If you're thinking of me.
If that's a stupid thing to think.

Like all days, I wonder.
I wonder if I stop you.
Stop you from whatever you're doing.
Because the thought of me gave you butterflies.

Like all days, I wonder.
I wonder if I frustrate you.
If you're frustrated that I haven't kept in touch lately.
Maybe we're both too stubborn to start the conversation.

Like all days, I wonder.
I wonder if I make you smile.
From a memory you don't want to forget.
There are so many of those that you could recall.

Like all days, I wonder.
I wonder if I haunt you.
Just as much as you've been haunting me.
We're both ghosts haunting what we hope is still there.

Like all days, you wonder.
You wonder if I wonder about you, too.
If I'm just as flustered with these thoughts as you are.
Maybe we've been sharing these feelings all along.

Like all days, we wonder.

Tell me how people think
The crisp sound of leaves
Scattered around the trees
Crunching beneath feet
Sounds beautiful
And how the smell of death
Coming from the decay
Smells wonderful.

Autumn is the season of the dying.

I wonder how I can hold myself up when you're not around
Whatever I do, without you I feel so out of bound
You are the piece of me that makes me feel safe and sound.

My thoughts are grounded by the stability of your presence
Lately they've been flying at distances much too high
Similar to the plane passing by in the curve of your ocean eyes

The clouds above puffed up in a sigh
Your dark oceans reflect the sky
Matching the blue as if the water is up high

Your blue oceans move to me, finding my green shore
And I refuse to look away because this is my plea
I am the isolated island lost at sea.