Dreamer

Seeing clearly
Something so foreign to me
Do I really even see who is she
Is she really even the she she seems to be
Or is friend really the she
I could never see
So consumed with me and what me can see

She was always a dreamer
And I'm a little crazy
What I would give to only hold her
Just friend seems to be selling out
And selling us short

Cold night
A chill from a cool breeze
Sit a little longer tonight please
Do I imagine what my eye sees
Or do we feel the same breeze
I can't make pleas
So please be straight with me please

She was always a dreamer
And I'm a little crazy
What I would give to only hold her
Just friend seems to be selling out
And selling us short

Fall too fast
Or maybe I think more has been
Sometimes I really ask when
When has then ever been
Really a time I feel I can
Do what I meant
Just living in a dream of something never been

She was always a dreamer
And I'm a little crazy
What I would give to only hold her
Just friend seems to be selling out
And selling us short

But I do feel
I'll never be the
He that she may need
So I'll stay friend
And walk back alone


by: Drew
August 25th, 2005
(#54)
This is not the first song about my dear friend. I've forced myself to say that I will never be enough for her. I tell myself she will never see me in the light that I see her. I tell myself that she is not for me... yet why does the thought of her plague. It becomes less by the day, but increases when we hang out. Does that mean that the journey to Alaska would be the only way to have true solitude? Do I need to leave this town?