I make things up sometimes
I'd like to think
that I will look out the window one morning
to see you standing there
I'd like to think
that we walked up that hill
hand in hand
I'd like to think that I'll never see you again
but I make things up sometimes.
and sometimes reality kicks in
and I'm so disappointed
that I can't help
but to just keep on
making things up
I'd like to think
that I'm not crazy
but you like crazy
like a fat kid loves cake
and like I love you
like I loathe you
so maybe you'd like to
show up outside my window
or hold my hand
to go up that hill
that hill where all my pets are buried
along with the hope I had
for you to come home one of these mornings