(no subject)
you say life is a dream where we can't say what we mean
maybe just some roadside scene that we're driving past
there's no telling where we'll be in a day or in a week
and there's no promises of peace or of happiness
well is this why you cling to every little thing
and polverize and derrange all your senses?
maybe life is a song but you're scared to song along,
until the very ending