Last night I dreamt that we were soaring high above the rooftops. Dodging powerlines, nothing on our minds, but each other.

And then I woke up alone, cuddling to my pillow. Spending my days telling my secrets to my guitar.

Headlights are straining to fill the horizon. See a distorted view of night skies. Throught broken glass and fogging windows. Wind wistles through my shaking door. Clock is stuck on one.

And then I woke up alone, cuddling to my pillow. Spending my days telling my secrets to my guitar.

Billboards of better lives.
My bad disposition.
Singing till it stops.
Just as I pause to listen.