I always thought I would end up with you eventually...
It's funny sometimes how dreams don't mince words. They tear into your soul and put on a cruel theatrical production of your innermost thoughts and psyche. If that's not bad enough, they then make you the star in your own torture... like some kinda tragic hero. And it's all done when you are at your most vulnerable condition. In our conscious, waking life... we can suppress childish, fearful, or flighty ideas and so on. But in your dreams, it's just you and your emotions. You're completely free to be at one with yourself.
Do whatever comes naturally to you
Last night. I was lying in peaceful slumber... when one neuron most surely said to another, "Hey, watch this!" My mind began to play back images of someone I've had a crush on for years. This was certainly more sadistic than anything that is possible in reality, because you see, it'll never be. But oh what a dream it was.... right down to the steamy shower scene.
I'm a man I can be so obscene
That's when the lucidity began to take over, and I realized this was a dream... and I savoured every moment of our passion before the dawn came and took it away. When I awoke, I clung to those vivid but fleeting images. Then, I sighed. Part of me felt compelled to tell this person exactly how I feel, once and for all. Then another part of me said to get a grip on.. reality. This was no longer a dream. Yet, over this dueling chaos in my head, my mind was playing a rhythmic "doo doo doo doo" of a familiar song. Talk about pouring salt onto an open wound.
Because I always think that I know how to be
For a second, I just wanted to cry. Then I realized just how foolish I was being. I'm 27 years old... not some twitterpated teenager. It's time for me to put those teenage hopes behind me. But then my mind goes back to that time, as teenagers, when we almost kissed. Maybe that's what bothers me so much. So close.. so close.. and now only awkward hellos and even more awkward goodbyes which begs the question, is it really unrequited? I always thought you were the one who was more afraid to ask than I was.
But I always thought I would end up with you eventually
Do whatever comes naturally to you
Last night. I was lying in peaceful slumber... when one neuron most surely said to another, "Hey, watch this!" My mind began to play back images of someone I've had a crush on for years. This was certainly more sadistic than anything that is possible in reality, because you see, it'll never be. But oh what a dream it was.... right down to the steamy shower scene.
I'm a man I can be so obscene
That's when the lucidity began to take over, and I realized this was a dream... and I savoured every moment of our passion before the dawn came and took it away. When I awoke, I clung to those vivid but fleeting images. Then, I sighed. Part of me felt compelled to tell this person exactly how I feel, once and for all. Then another part of me said to get a grip on.. reality. This was no longer a dream. Yet, over this dueling chaos in my head, my mind was playing a rhythmic "doo doo doo doo" of a familiar song. Talk about pouring salt onto an open wound.
Because I always think that I know how to be
For a second, I just wanted to cry. Then I realized just how foolish I was being. I'm 27 years old... not some twitterpated teenager. It's time for me to put those teenage hopes behind me. But then my mind goes back to that time, as teenagers, when we almost kissed. Maybe that's what bothers me so much. So close.. so close.. and now only awkward hellos and even more awkward goodbyes which begs the question, is it really unrequited? I always thought you were the one who was more afraid to ask than I was.
But I always thought I would end up with you eventually