I wish I could write you a song
with soft words sweet to taste
and not false in the way that when you touch
them they crumble.
I wish you knew how you drive me crazy
-in the best way possible,
because you always (sometimes) come back-
I wish you could float into
my make believe, play pretend dreams (nightmares)
at night, and promise me that
it's going to be all right.
Whisper now, and I'll believe you
no matter what you say.
(hurry, the moment's slipping away and so am I)
I wish the truth wouldn't come spewing out
every time I open my mouth, maybe
it would be easier if I hid the reality
with lily white lies.
I wish we could walk down the street,
and I wouldn't be afraid to squeeze your hand.
Maybe even smile, glimpsing a
sparkle/ glitter/ never coming true scenario.
I wish it would.
Instead I let this whine of a voice serenade me
into oblivion with his painted words,
a person I've never met, a voice I'll never hear.
Am I too sickly sweet for you?
Foggy mirror I can't bring myself
to peek into, because I look in that
looking-glass, and wonder who it is that's
I'm falling, but I don't think you care.
(though you pretend to)
Then tell me this,
where are you on these tempestuous nights?