Monday, March 29, 2010

Clock Radio

I had this dream last night
Maybe it was fantasy
At least if the timing was right
And you didn't ignore me

We were preparing for school
There were texts in our hands
But our halls were the beach
And the sails were our labs

You threw me a look
Was in anger or lustful?
I couldn't tell if you knew
How much that I wanted

And then I heard the alarm
Coming from my radio
It sang to my fears
Of being left alone

I wish you'd be more like a song
And less like our math class
And that you'd pull on my hair
And bite me like that
Just like Conor said

In my dream you were cold
And I was still yearning
You spent your time far away
Couldn't see I was burning

No you wouldn't come over
Or spend any time with me
My sails had gone luffed
And my book bindings breaking

What kind of a nightmare
Was my dream turning into?
I knew you didn't want me
But I felt I could win you

And then I heard the alarm
Coming from my radio
It sang to my fears
Of being left alone

I wish you'd be more like a song
And less like our math class
And that you'd pull on my hair
And bite me like that
Just like Conor said

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