Dreaming out my subconcious because I miss the idea of us.
You were up high in my apartment tree, swinging side to side in a wooden seat. I called out your name but you didn't hear me-- Kept smiling at what you couldn't see.
At another slumber sleep, I drove my car to your Murrieta home. Had a hundred friends in the back seat which meant I wasn't alone. I knew I had the means of a GPS which meant I didn't have to guess. Had my memory when I knew you best. ******* I swear I knew my way there. So why was I lost in some deja vu despair? Could no longer find my way to your home in the middle of the day.
At another slumber feat, we walked hand in hand on the fashion island. You pushed me away in a tone replying to some big question with a No. And as you walked away from me in front of the crowd to see, I ran around the island weeping like a street drunkard. Sirens appeared to me-- offering sympathy at my dismay but I kept sulking in a haze.
I dream out my subconcious because I miss the idea of us. Bang Bang