Please tell me you're just feeling tired cause if it's more than that I feel that I might break - Chris Carrabba

Do you, do you like dreaming of things
so impossible or only the practical
or ever the wild or waiting through all your bad bad days
just to end them with
someone you care about
and do you like making out
and long drives and brown eyes
and guys that just
don't quite fit in

And the plaster dented from your fist
in the hall where you had your first kiss
reminds you that the memories will fade.

How the girls could turn to ghosts before your eyes
And the very dreams that led to them are keeping them from dying
And how the grace with which she walked into your life
Will stay with you in your steps,
And pace with you a while
So long, so long.