Reoccurring dreams
And over and over again
My life falls apart
Only, I wish
It wouldn't fall apart with you
Because, really
You're the only thing holding it all together

Could you please
Just give me up
And if only
We could be
A little
Less
Realistic

While the radio plays
Your songs
All across the floor

While our bare feet
Pick up the vibrations
And send them to our skulls

We are the process
We are the gears
Spinning, turning time
And I am
The child
Sitting and staring
Trying to figure this all out