45 fried dreams

close friends become old friends,
who are then gone with the wind
everytime you fall into a new life,
you ask- is this a dream again?

and everytime i reach for you in the night,
you’re never here anymore,
that’s why i sleep with the light on
every night since you’ve been gone

you came and went like a short scene in a dream
seems like you were only around for a line or two,
now when i look into the mirror for a ghost,
I can never seem to find you

sleeping in the night with the light so bright
so i never really have to close my eyes,
staring at the stars so I never see a sky so dark
reaching for your song to get me to the dawn,
the only way i keep from falling apart

maybe we’ll be born again another century,
and I can start chasing you all over again
& so until then,
i sleep with my light on + my window open
you know i’ve been down for over a century.