Waking Up Dead

Now I know you’ll never read this…

My heart stops on your tracks, it can’t be too hard to see it, every time I’m with the boys, your joyful noise, fills up the room, I don’t know why, or why the stone that breaks, it’s hard to try, don’t know what I’d do if I couldn’t get ahold of you, ahold of me, honestly, I wish I could take back those words, and turn them into something gracefully, the type of song that mimics truthfully, it’s you I see, but would you ever open your beautiful start gazers, swallow pride and unveil colors beyond the spectrum to which you arise with warmth and satisfaction, to visualize...me