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.