yabba dabba do
sometimes i still think of you before i fall asleep
and then i dream of you like you were
the curls of brown hair that your hands were always in
the soft words and arm around my back
but looking at the pictures of you partying with all your girls
the new you, you loved long before it was you
it all throws me in to a mind's little loop
would we still understand each others lives like siblings
would we sill flirt for years without a kiss
or has time become unstuck for us like slaughter house's fame
these dreams my abduction
my quotation on your wall your world war 2
has the world finnaly tired of our always almost finished game
it's been years since i saw you now
a wet day in cincinnati
umbrellas and small suburb trees we shared words under
just a block from the busy ludlow scene
you once said i had a face that made you wonder
of what i was alwasy wondering about
you said you loved watching me do anything
because i always tried impossible things
that made people think i was so good at everything
you gave me the compliments that i wished people would notice
when teenage i was trying hard to think of reasons to like myself at all
and it's been ten years about, maybe 8
since the ohio river was our bank
for memories to keep safe with each other
for stories that had little truth except the feelings
i wanted your lips like the waves must want the shore
i felt them my final destination
the place where i could finnaly rest from the chaos of the world
but i never got there,
instead found anothers,
forgetting your hair all together,
forgeting the lips i thought were home
and then we went dancing and barly danced
always just inchs, seconds, moments, cities away
from touching each other with the intent i think we both wanted
each of those nights we always fumbled
but highschool went out so strangly
like a hummingbird so busy
that one day just never came back
swallowed and over,
consumed sometime unseen by me or you
and college started and we were gone, both in love with our selves and all our own things
but like i said years go by and i know your lips are gone
it's not really sad to me,
except that i'm sad to know your lips are gone
and that time is unstuck from that magic of moments we knew
and i'm just left sometimes dreaming
of a you that probally isn't you
i see your sorers
living it up in town like you once did
beautiful girls with the redest wine always in thier hands
one like a lion, the other a mouse,
you split into two,
and it's really trying for me to figure it out.
it's just an illusion, a ghost, a wrath
a banshee without a song
a leprichon without a rainbow to chase
a story without an ending
because most stories really dont end except in fading
like a humingbird you see so busy in a second
and then jsut never again,
the time apart now out weighs the time together
but i guess it's only human,
to think the former was shorter than the latter.
but i can buzz on about all this forever,
cause it's not important anymore,
and the lines have started to fizzle out because of it,
i still wish her the sweetest dreams
to whatever bad she lays her head in tonight
i gave those words to others, thinking for her,
it just wasn't right,
but strange how time can make you a fool
or the some genuis of the most foolish kind,
i guess we will just hug on occasion
and thats the end of all of that
~tommy
and then i dream of you like you were
the curls of brown hair that your hands were always in
the soft words and arm around my back
but looking at the pictures of you partying with all your girls
the new you, you loved long before it was you
it all throws me in to a mind's little loop
would we still understand each others lives like siblings
would we sill flirt for years without a kiss
or has time become unstuck for us like slaughter house's fame
these dreams my abduction
my quotation on your wall your world war 2
has the world finnaly tired of our always almost finished game
it's been years since i saw you now
a wet day in cincinnati
umbrellas and small suburb trees we shared words under
just a block from the busy ludlow scene
you once said i had a face that made you wonder
of what i was alwasy wondering about
you said you loved watching me do anything
because i always tried impossible things
that made people think i was so good at everything
you gave me the compliments that i wished people would notice
when teenage i was trying hard to think of reasons to like myself at all
and it's been ten years about, maybe 8
since the ohio river was our bank
for memories to keep safe with each other
for stories that had little truth except the feelings
i wanted your lips like the waves must want the shore
i felt them my final destination
the place where i could finnaly rest from the chaos of the world
but i never got there,
instead found anothers,
forgetting your hair all together,
forgeting the lips i thought were home
and then we went dancing and barly danced
always just inchs, seconds, moments, cities away
from touching each other with the intent i think we both wanted
each of those nights we always fumbled
but highschool went out so strangly
like a hummingbird so busy
that one day just never came back
swallowed and over,
consumed sometime unseen by me or you
and college started and we were gone, both in love with our selves and all our own things
but like i said years go by and i know your lips are gone
it's not really sad to me,
except that i'm sad to know your lips are gone
and that time is unstuck from that magic of moments we knew
and i'm just left sometimes dreaming
of a you that probally isn't you
i see your sorers
living it up in town like you once did
beautiful girls with the redest wine always in thier hands
one like a lion, the other a mouse,
you split into two,
and it's really trying for me to figure it out.
it's just an illusion, a ghost, a wrath
a banshee without a song
a leprichon without a rainbow to chase
a story without an ending
because most stories really dont end except in fading
like a humingbird you see so busy in a second
and then jsut never again,
the time apart now out weighs the time together
but i guess it's only human,
to think the former was shorter than the latter.
but i can buzz on about all this forever,
cause it's not important anymore,
and the lines have started to fizzle out because of it,
i still wish her the sweetest dreams
to whatever bad she lays her head in tonight
i gave those words to others, thinking for her,
it just wasn't right,
but strange how time can make you a fool
or the some genuis of the most foolish kind,
i guess we will just hug on occasion
and thats the end of all of that
~tommy