Bittersweet Dream

They say some things are better left in the past
And I know that's true
But when you're a poet that's damn near impossible
Everything is with you all the time
She is with you all the time
Ay yo
[Verse 1]
It used to be... conversation no matter the situation
No matter what time of the day or night without hesitation
The first time we conversed a whole third of the day went by
Eleven at night until the early light
It didn't matter that both of our lives were lackin' excitement
Because that common thread ensured that whatever we'd write
Would never disappoint the other, yeah I didn't expect much
So imagine my surprise when I fell in ah huh
I had the bitter and battered angel and demon on my shoulder
They were sayin' I'm foolish tryna lift a boulder
Outta my weight range and what in the hell would I know about that?
They had a point; when it come to the bat
I got a low score but dude, she was a... dream
And I was drowning in nightmares resigned to scream
But a year and a half later she's gone
So here I am again resigned to writing lyrics and mourning about
What I am; a Solitary Man, best friends with my right hand
And a plethora of imaginary one night stands
It's like that, I'm a hopeless romantic
Without a hope to romance so resorts to these antics
I'm a goddamn paragon when it comes to babblin' on
But so far removed from Babylon when mackin' on
So, ladies form a queue because I'm clean
Never had my travel on so recognise I'm a... Dream
If Bittersweet, yeah
[Verse 2]
Now all I have are these memories but I don't even know if they real
I may actually be fabricating all that I feel
I'm buggin' and stressin' over the flashes of bright lights
And fragments of highlights of an otherwise black and white life
You brought the colour, warmness I'd never felt before
You brought the aid for the injuries I'd sustained in my wars
I'd fought to open new doors and was greeted by you
When finally I'd opened the right door and you walked through
All of a sudden the skies cleared and arguments for the existence of angels were understandable
I'd not long prior reached the point where I thought I finally knew what I believed
But having once had hope I let it be true
I opened the floodgates to a deluge hectic
It was madness to comprehend that I had ever been a skeptic
But as always my reaction was too little too late
So now I lie here writing about the cruel hand of fate around my trachea
So difficult to breathe when the world's suffocating ya
Treating ya like the beast
Suffering all the torment that beauty inflicted
With the eyes, the lips, the smile, the world shifted
And I thought I'd retain my equanimity
But 5 years since talking to you in person is like infinity
But I'd forgive you, please come back
And bring the colour to the Dark Side, drowning in black
In Bittersweet Dreams, yeah