This morning I woke up after dreaming of waking up next to you,
and everytime I open my eyes, the emptiness just gets me to move.
I cannot be complete by myself, for I am not a he, or an I,
I am a us, a half myself, but keep us close as we can, I try.
I want to move you in ways that other people could never.
I want to tickle you with sensual intentions forever.
I could, and should be the only differance between you being crappy,
and you being full of life, the one thing thing that keeps you happy.
I'm proud of every shot I take,
and I show my scars because it's already a tad too late.
I want to leave everything behind, my scars, and I,
for I want a clean slate from the beginning as your guy.
I cherish the days we spend inside of a blanket,
closing everything out, because inside is our piece of heaven.
This memories are priceless, and it's worth it, and i'll take it,
and i'll give everything I have to make it to another 11:11.
I want to make all your wishes come true.
I want to show you that I remain dedicated to you.
I remember back when we used to be so much more free,
how the tides of youth, and the waves of change all rushed over us,
and took away the time we now so desperately need.
I think if everyone would take a step back,
they could see the whole picture.
We're not children anymore, we never were.
I have taken step after step back,
and forward again,
refocusing the differance between
the world we live in,
and the world we want to live in.
I know the differance,
and without shades or hues,
I would turn everything from blue and green
to purple, and orange.
I'm sick of all these things remaining
that I wish would just go away.
I want problems to fall short of problems.
I want happiness to rise up as a barrier between the life you give me,
and the shortcomings I bring upon myself.
I am no longer some piece of metal.
I am no longer a silver lining.
I am no longer a boy described by what he isn't,
rather than what he is.