I'm curious if there will be an us. If I'll have a plus one to all these weddings coming up. I wonder what you're thinking... If you'll ever know that I've been dreaming of you of all the things we used to do And all that I hope to do. I wonder what you think of me, how you view what we used to be If you hope to find a different side of me Because I want you to see all of me. I'd open up to you If I knew for sure that we'd make it through. And I don't doubt that I will anyway Because I have some things I want to say to you. Some things I want to finish, too. I want to pick up on that last conversation that we had where I ended up so dang sad Because I never considered the idea But I think I knew somewhere inside And still, all I wanted to do was hide. But I've conquered the fear, I think, of knowing what's inside of me. And you know my demons and you were there through the fight You're the only one who held me while I cried. Thank you for always being there by my side. I just cant help but wonder after all this rain and thunder (as if it will ever end) You'll ever be more than my friend. But you know what they say about curiosity. It kills. So does that apply to dreams?