In my dreams, my friends are still all alive and vibrant
The colors might be wrong, and when I speak they may all be distant
But, nonetheless, when I dream, they are all there from time to time
Time... time... time to wake comes too fast in a flood of sunshine

I try to hold myself just a moment more on the brink of waking
To capture the sounds of their laughter, before the sobs once again set me to shaking
I want just that last second of sleep to capture their faces vibrant and full of life
I want to embrace this empty fantasy one last time before reality jabs in the knife

In my dreams, my fiancé and I are still a happy couple in our old apartment
The textures may be constantly changing from wood, to carpet, to cement
But, nonetheless, when I dream, she is still held against me, soft and lovely
Lovely... lovely... lovely how it was before the end of our serendipity

I try to hold myself just a moment more on the brink of waking
To remember her scent, whispered nothings, and smile before the sobs set me to shaking
I want just that last second of sleep to capture her face so loving and trusting in me
I want to embrace this empty fantasy one last time before I writhe again under the immeasurable weight of being lonely.