drifting slowly
counting sheep
i meet you in my sleep
bombshell lingers in the air
i love to meet you there
in my dreams we live on
i watch you walk out and hop in my front seat
we’d listen to iris and XO
(****, i loved your x’s n o’s)
you’d pray for it to rain
the rain was our sign,
when it poured we were always fine.

in my sleep
it feels so real
my fingers run a marathon across your skin
i feel the butterflies sometimes
when i look into those eyes
it feels like heaven
but there goes the alarm
its eleven

you know what they say,
“hell is loving you in my sleep and waking up alone”

the rain was our sign,
or so i thought
maybe all that rain wasn't beautiful
maybe it was the skies sobbing over a love soon lost
a summer approaching
a lover drifting.