i dreamt about you last night.
the dream wasn't anything too special- we were just hanging out like it were any other day . . .
but only if "any other day" didn't have the constraints of time.
i was sad when i awoke, knowing that my dreams are the only place that i can be with you . . .
but only if "you" didn't have that scent that drives me like a shipwreck and that taste that i crave more than any tomorrow.
