5am March 30th

we're still a dream lying sprawled on the futon
there's still a hope unmoving you're holding me
you're still there in my head god I don't want it to leave
and I can't shake it
can't shake the feeling that I'll see you again

somehow one more false allegation one more late night run
to your house
this time with no interruptions or jealous streaks,
no promises to go home
one more homecoming or hideaway, however you want it
whatever you need

still you've no trust in me after I lured you in
acting without expectations but I acted again
having lived with myself, so then where have I been?

two months the journey hasn't even begun
I'm dreaming of your return though you never promised one