I'll let you in my dreams if you'll let me wander into yours from time to time, because it's a good life aslong as we never weaken. Your smile makes me think the whole world's a sunny day and for a split second we conjoined seamlessly with the hope that it is and will be as long as your keep your little hand intertwined with mine but it won't happen because your pretty keen on that musician. I walk around with a smirk from a heart to weak to feel for a single second longer, but it won't help with the future black eye yet to be giving, when our friends shout "that boy's a gunslinger" and the blood trickles from noses the way, it seems, you always wanted to see. But it won't explain why after so long you decide it can't be me.
