Sometimes I catch myself dreaming
Sometimes I catch myself dreaming About things that I shouldn't be.
Like the way his eyes would light
Like the way his eyes would light At my attempts to be sly.
Or the tilt to his smile
Or the tilt to his smile From my shoddy freestyle
Or the tilt to his smile From my shoddy freestyle That frightens the juvenile.
Or the warmth in his voice
Or the warmth in his voice As he explains the wonderful noise
Or the warmth in his voice As he explains the wonderful noise Of music I thoroughly enjoy.
Or the tenderness of his hand
Or the tenderness of his hand As I explain ridiculous plans
Or the tenderness of his hand As I explain ridiculous plans To make this moment span.
Sometimes, I catch myself dreaming
Sometimes, I catch myself dreaming About things that won't be.
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