Dreams, dreams.
Wish we could’ve had it the other way,
We’d be fucking brilliant together you’d say.
Then why’d you have to go away?
Dreams, dreams.
Mess my mind without a sound,
The smell of you came around,
Crashed my sanity to the ground.
Again, and again. Rub in the pain.
Dreams, dreams.
Why don’t you go away?
I don’t believe in your devious play,
Your nicely wrapped rainbow clay.
Dreams, dreams.
We’d be walking around holding hands,
Laughing, smiling, making plans,
In another place, another time- we're the superstars of Sundance.
-for my precious ass hole,
Love AJ.
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