chest falling heavy while pine blurred by.
Into the fields we rolled, you left your hand in mine.
I kept stealing glances like miles, like kisses.
You didn't see me smile then, but if you did
you'd be missing 10,000 karat hours spent carelessly.
Sunlit fields, our hair dancing in the breeze,
wishing for some more of that blue wind sky,
our eyes laughing at stars flying by.
You'd be praying for that real-world country,
not knowing what the days would bring with them,
craving rum on lips and homegrown freedom.
Do you ever look out into your neon lights?
Ever think about shining days or dim lit nights,
sun kissed skin spinning in a yellow sundress,
a dripping hair mess coiling in main street rain?
Do you ever think of me, does it ever bring you pain?
Those days are passed, they’re so far gone,
the memories are faded like pictures taken.
But here I am, still hearing that song
playing through speakers on the sunbaked dash,
still seeing your face through the pouring rain,
wincing at the sun rising through the window pane.
I can hear guitar strings strumming sweetly.
Your voice soft, silvery, singing.
Maybe I’m just wishing for those days,
or for you to at least feel the same way.
Maybe if you never let those miles have meaning
and I never gave you any either.Then I wouldn't think
this fantasy was something worth redeeming.
It's too much to ask now,
for you to feel without help from a bottle,
for clocks to rewind the time
that was never ours to keep.
Now, only with my mind blurred will I weep.