It's not as dream-like as on t.v, but this girl was a dream to me
I held her close to say she was mine.
Sometimes I feared I would be left behind.
While she walked high above me I had no fears.
But when she hides and is screaming I hold back my tears.
Trying to look cool, because I'm not all that weak.
This girl knows my soft spots, this girl has her treats.
I'd become a dog if she were my owner.
I want to change her so she's not such a loner.
I want to be Houdini to see through her words,
and I don't want to fail and end up in third.
Until then I'll wait and watch her pass by.
Her shirt and hair flowing as I laugh on standby.
She will tell me her stories and all of her faults, while I tell her some of my thoughts
Then she will smile and reach out her hand and introduce *my hand's girlfriend