late night dreams, oh so sweet,

there is nothing in my mind but your eyes

memories of me and you again,
my hands in yours, just holding
maybe never letting go again
because i'm so tired of all these
goodbyes; not enough hellos to keep
my world in orbit with yours.

and i have all these memories

of me and you talking and
me and you planning a life and
me and you just in love and

it kills to think that all of these memories
all of these memories only exist in my
day dreams, and you are not who
my head tells me you are.

you're my day dream