leave close

    

stumble on my footprint
hide behind my shadow
feast on where my brilliance stops
treat me like your first draft
your only draft

never take a second shot

never leave me dried up

can't stand the thought to look up 

and realize i'm not uptop

no longer calling all the shots

she loves me. you're not supposed to cope with that.

being in your seat, i wouldn't care to live with that

bleh. what the hell.

i lose my words and i lose my dreams,
everything that i "fought" for is breaking at the seams.
i've never really fought for, mostly thought about
i tell myself i don't care that they fade
but really i worry 'bout living in shame
for not fighting 'til my dreams are made
and still i walk around thinking what if.


what if motivation was more than just a footprint

      

there's something inside you

     

     

i just wanna kiss you, baby, i just wanna hug you

i've never even, expressed myself to the people whom i relate.
i've never even, dreamt of stayin' in the same place.
i dream of leavin, i dream of cheatin'
bend the truth, is that really so wrong to do
from embraces and words, to just relations and slurs.
they're waiting, i'm sure. still hangin' at my door.
i wonder, instead of leaving it ajar, it's time to close it for sure.

they say, he's livin' in past tence, dreaming of memories, remembers realities, that are long since gone.
but you'll say, should i be your past tence, should i be your memories, your distant realities, for i will be long since gone.

but i'd never let it go that far. 

i like my dreams the way they are.