It's funny how things work out,
The ones we need don't know we're there,
If I were sand and you were oceans,
the moon would be why you're pulled to me.
I wake up and think dreams are real,
I sleep so I don't have to feel,
the truth that you can never be
the one person that won't ever forget me.
I hope that dreams come when I die,
So we can talk I won't wake up,
I'll ask how your life worked out,
I'll never know that I'm just dreaming.
