It’s a song that I try to write over and over and over again. These tiny finger tips touch the pen cap and click, click, click, click. But this paper just stretches too far to fill. And this process refuses to start, until it doesn’t feel unreal.
I want you to see my vision. Not enough to bring to life Your reflection in the mirror. A lifeless portrayal is the only way I could hope to get you right.
You are the song in my head. And that’s okay. I sing it every day. I sing it just to show it and also so you know it. That hey, hey, yeah that’s okay. I’ve been singing this song, all along. Just to get to you. Because this is our song.