I'm in heaven, and you're holding my hand...
I was happy.
I was still upstate, for a walk to the Mobil, and then suddenly, she was there - she was, for lack of a better word, alive again. I kissed her, hard like I always had the chance to but for some reason never did. I kissed her and she kissed me and she was more beautiful than I could even recall.
She kissed me until she remembered, until she pulled away and laughed nervously that we were simply friends, until she had convinced herself. And then she was gone, and you disdainfully asked if I was back to that old business again. I told you that I was, and then I woke up.
I wish you'd ask me that in my waking life, and I wish that my answer could be truthfully yes. I wish she was still here or that I was still there, asleep.
I wish any of this was real.
I was still upstate, for a walk to the Mobil, and then suddenly, she was there - she was, for lack of a better word, alive again. I kissed her, hard like I always had the chance to but for some reason never did. I kissed her and she kissed me and she was more beautiful than I could even recall.
She kissed me until she remembered, until she pulled away and laughed nervously that we were simply friends, until she had convinced herself. And then she was gone, and you disdainfully asked if I was back to that old business again. I told you that I was, and then I woke up.
I wish you'd ask me that in my waking life, and I wish that my answer could be truthfully yes. I wish she was still here or that I was still there, asleep.
I wish any of this was real.