we dream of each other but we don't tell one another
you tried to **** the sadness in me
i think that's why we get along
i don't understand why you're doing this
you're something from my past that i can't quite get rid of
i cling to this because you remind me of when i was good
i like to think of the beginning
it was warm and i've yet to feel it again
we never grow old in my dreams
and we are happy
your eyes do something that make me think you can see us in past lives
in my dreams, you tell me stories
and you draw on the palms of my hands
you make your way into everything i am
and i didn't ask for this
in my favorite dream you're smiling and we never break each others’ hearts for the art
but the truth is, i’ll always be sad
and you don't tell me about your dreams because it would only make it true