A dream is a wish your heart makes,
But a wish is a dream your heart makes up to
Make you feel a little better about where you are in life.
It allows you to feel like you're not helpless and hopeless
Or out of breath from screaming so loudly for the notice
Of someone. We've all got someone.
I wonder if the stars are the same three hundred miles away,
Or if the moon shines as brightly over your face as it does mine.
Does time crawl along as slowly there?
It's on it's hands and knees for me, taking its sweet damn time.
I often wish that there's something more I could do, that I could say,
That I could think about to distract my mind from being riddled with you,
As it's already filled to the brim, about to overflow.
All I can do is wait, but patience and I aren't really friends.
Perhaps I should try and patch things up, or every night will be
A rerun of the only show playing on my eyelids, entitled You.