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Ceilings
It's a rainy night.
We were in your house,drinking hot chocolate.
We enjoyed our time.
As time moved faster.
The ceilings,walls were covered in plaster.
And it feels too good to be true.
And when it's over,you drove me home.
And it kinda comes out as I got up to go.
You kissed me in your car.
And my heartbeat went far.
And it all felt like the end of a movie.
Of a movie I have seen before.
That I longed to be true.
That I wanted to live in.
A movie I wanted to last forever.
Where we will be together.
Even if it's all in my head.
Plaster began to peel off the walls.
In the darkened,lonely halls.
On a rainy night,we didn't fight.
But we were awake all night.
Sometimes,it felt too good to be true.
But it comes out as I get up to go.
That it's not real.
And I never even had to go.
Alas,that is all in my head.
My imagination,in my dark room,on my bed.
It's not real,and you don't exist.
But in my head,I hoped it would exist someday.
And my imagination ran wild.
As if I knew you ever since I were a child.
A dark figure looked my way.
And I couldn't look away.
It felt too good to be real.
I wanted to tell you all of this.
How I love your smile.
That someday will be mine.
But you were all in my head.
While I'm laying in my bed.
Sometimes,we want things,that don't exist.
To find our missing puzzle piece.
If only this were real,this imagination of a man.
All the hope,desires.
Kissing near lit fires.
But when it's over in my head.
I am in the car,heading home.
Laying in my bed all alone.
If only those fantasies were real.
I would be happy,looking like a hundred dollar bill.
Sometimes,we use our minds to escape.
Our lives or fate.
As the plaster peels off the walls.
Or all over the halls.
It all began to fall apart.
It reveals what's underneath.
Underneath the fantasies and smiles.
As we travel many miles.
And when me and him kiss under moonlight.
It just feels so real.
If you have the desire of a lonely man.
There is no need to pretend on this land.
Imagination,fantasies run wild.
That cheer up your inner child.
We were in your house,drinking hot chocolate.
We enjoyed our time.
As time moved faster.
The ceilings,walls were covered in plaster.
And it feels too good to be true.
And when it's over,you drove me home.
And it kinda comes out as I got up to go.
You kissed me in your car.
And my heartbeat went far.
And it all felt like the end of a movie.
Of a movie I have seen before.
That I longed to be true.
That I wanted to live in.
A movie I wanted to last forever.
Where we will be together.
Even if it's all in my head.
Plaster began to peel off the walls.
In the darkened,lonely halls.
On a rainy night,we didn't fight.
But we were awake all night.
Sometimes,it felt too good to be true.
But it comes out as I get up to go.
That it's not real.
And I never even had to go.
Alas,that is all in my head.
My imagination,in my dark room,on my bed.
It's not real,and you don't exist.
But in my head,I hoped it would exist someday.
And my imagination ran wild.
As if I knew you ever since I were a child.
A dark figure looked my way.
And I couldn't look away.
It felt too good to be real.
I wanted to tell you all of this.
How I love your smile.
That someday will be mine.
But you were all in my head.
While I'm laying in my bed.
Sometimes,we want things,that don't exist.
To find our missing puzzle piece.
If only this were real,this imagination of a man.
All the hope,desires.
Kissing near lit fires.
But when it's over in my head.
I am in the car,heading home.
Laying in my bed all alone.
If only those fantasies were real.
I would be happy,looking like a hundred dollar bill.
Sometimes,we use our minds to escape.
Our lives or fate.
As the plaster peels off the walls.
Or all over the halls.
It all began to fall apart.
It reveals what's underneath.
Underneath the fantasies and smiles.
As we travel many miles.
And when me and him kiss under moonlight.
It just feels so real.
If you have the desire of a lonely man.
There is no need to pretend on this land.
Imagination,fantasies run wild.
That cheer up your inner child.
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