Maybe it's the holidays,
Or maybe it's just my luck,
Maybe I've been searching for it,
And maybe this time I won't run,
But I've got all this love,
Hidden, compressed and broken,
That my gut is asking to share,
And yesterday I dreamt you said I was pretty,
And I felt like it for once in such a long time,
And even though it was just a dream and I probably hardly cross your mind,
It was nice to hear you say it,
Even when your lips are as far away as they can be,
And your heart is taking a turn right,
While I'm in the corner to the left.
Nov 25, 2018
Nov 25, 2018 at 1:07 AM UTC
Maybe it's the holidays,
Or maybe it's just my luck,
Maybe I've been searching for it,
And maybe this time I won't run,
But I've got all this love,
Hidden, compressed and broken,
That my gut is asking to share,
And yesterday I dreamt you said I was pretty,
And I felt like it for once in such a long time,
And even though it was just a dream and I probably hardly cross your mind,
It was nice to hear you say it,
Even when your lips are as far away as they can be,
And your heart is taking a turn right,
While I'm in the corner to the left.
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