i call this dream: the saddest story in the world
i wake up and i think i might be in hell
i'm just opening doors in and out of things i've lived before
in one room, I am a small child and i watch my father leave
in another, I am a somber teenager thinking of suicide
I am happily swinging under a tree, thinking of things to come
I am a long ride back home, easy
I am a shy girl commuting, wishing to find you on her way home
I am all of those books on sale in a forgotten store downtown
I am that time I fell into the pool and nobody came for hours
I am those words you wrote about me,
even if you don't mean them anymore
I open a door and I am dreaming about you
I open another and I am standing outside
alive
looking out for you in a crowd
When I dream
I can't see your face anymore
I open a door and I am happily sharing a conversation
I open another and it's just one of those days
when nothing happens
and suddenly, I think of you
and it only serves to remind me
that's the only place you exist in
Maybe one day I will open a door into a room of me, sleeping
dreaming i can do
anything i want
with no hope of returning
Maybe one day I'll stop wanting