We are two bumper cars
the closer we get
the further I feel myself
being pushed away.
And the waxing and waning
of this ride
is becoming more bumpy
each time around.
I truly believed
that this time
would be different.
In the early morning hours
I dream of laying close to you
in a grassy field
on a breezy spring night
as we stargaze
under a clear sky
where we hold our hopes and dreams
off the tip of a crescent moon.
Our hands interlocked
as we steal kisses
under the moonlight.
But then I wake up and realize
my mind was painting a beautiful picture
and nothing more.
And no matter how hard I wish
upon the first star I see at night
reality remains the same.
Hold me and tell me I'm wrong
Hold me and tell me you feel it too
Hold me and tell me
we are not destined
to remain two bumper cars
forever getting closer and drifting apart
until we never drift back together
again.
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