Excuse me if I sound bored. I was speaking of yesterday's news, nothing of mine own.
I lay out various messages to send on my desk, none seem right - nor silence.
"Going crazy not knowing how you're doing." "What little time we spent together was my happiest in years." "For us, it was always about dreams."
So I'm thinking of dreams while blabbing the day away; real conversation left with her.
The sun and the moon and stars are but memories to me. How can I live in hope?
I lay out various messages to send on my desk, none seem right - nor silence.
"Going crazy not knowing how you're doing." "What little time we spent together was my happiest in years." "For us, it was always about dreams."
So I'm thinking of dreams while blabbing the day away; real conversation left with her.
The sun and the moon and stars are but memories to me. How can I live in hope?
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