My Song
07-23-2002 <-> 02-18-2003 <->07-09-2003

dotted lines show me the way home
with every passing lane i'm passing away
further from you, i've got nothing else to do
thinking thoughts of returning soon

i don't like to say goodnight
i don't like it; it's not like me
i say it uncharacteristically
it doesn't feel right

lights on the runway direct me to what's next
they are always getting smaller and smaller
i prefer to see the colors get brighter
brilliant colors light up my eyes as embraces become tighter

i don't like to say goodbye
in fact i hate it
i can barely say it
i miss you already that's why

traffic slowed down as i left it behind
already in your room, i was watching you smile
the music in my ears drowned out my urgency
fluid filled my lungs while distant voices announced the emergency

denying it every minute
i never said
i hope you've read
the dreams, my life, with you in it