it's the longing that'll get ya
spilling secrets when you're feeling weak
but secrets can't shrink
the weight of heavy dreams

no I've never been in love
and loving someone's not enough
to turn what I have to what I need

soon he will be back
on that broken kitchen stool
swinging hair out of his eyes
slyly smiling at you

I'm dreaming of sitting next to him
with just our pinkies linked
I swear to you
that's all I need not to be numb

the tattoo on your arm
someone drew in pen
your hat falling off
as you lean your head back to kiss me
...is it wrong to think of this moment everyday?

so what if I have the wrong perception of reality
maybe everyone should change theirs to fit me
would I keep imagining
how good things used to be