I Used to See Things on the Ceiling

I used to see things on the ceiling,

Back when it was summer and full of light.

I used to find my dreams there,

Albeit under the hazy night.

Back when stories used to ignite my bones,

Make me cackle and crack a smile,

Now, there’s none of that left,

It lasted only a while.

I used to see things on the ceiling,

Back when images from the mind were clear.

And I wouldn’t surrender my hopes.

I wouldn’t give in to fear.

Back when nightmares could diminish themselves,

And the world was up on its feet.

In dreams I’d remember what you told me,

I’d remember where we’d meet.

I used to see things on the ceiling,

Back when there was a ceiling left,

And as I lay now on my pillow,

With my weary soul spread thin,

I’ll hold onto the night,

Held perfectly still until,

I can no longer find it

And its picture is long gone.

That’s how I know I’m happy,

When I’ve had my fun.