I’m tired of dreaming of holding your hand
Of long drives with just you and me
Of things that will never be
I’m tired of thinking you’ll ever love I
With your sunshine smile
And moonlight eyes
You can’t drive my car
So you sat by my side
And silently took hold of my hand
I shift gears with my left
So we wouldn’t let go
But, really, in the end
I should have known
That was a dream
That felt far too real
Now it’s something I don’t want to feel
I’m tired of waking up
From these horrid little dreams
Chalked full of dread
And leave me more worn
Than my winter tires’ treads
Apr 18, 2023
Apr 18, 2023 at 12:03 PM UTC
I’m tired of dreaming of holding your hand
Of long drives with just you and me
Of things that will never be
I’m tired of thinking you’ll ever love I
With your sunshine smile
And moonlight eyes
You can’t drive my car
So you sat by my side
And silently took hold of my hand
I shift gears with my left
So we wouldn’t let go
But, really, in the end
I should have known
That was a dream
That felt far too real
Now it’s something I don’t want to feel
I’m tired of waking up
From these horrid little dreams
Chalked full of dread
And leave me more worn
Than my winter tires’ treads
Last night I had the most terrible dream, I woke up more tired than before. He tried to drive my manual, didn’t know how. So I drove, laughing, flirted with me, slowly and silently grabbed my hand. We drove smiling, not saying a word. Then I woke up.