Twisted thoughts and beautiful lies
No soothing faith for my rebel soul
Your smell travels a million miles
And passes through my 10 feet wall

I shut my eyes and dwell in dreams
To “think exist” you in my room
When everything within me yields
You’re almost real in this gloom

Blurry and warm…moving closer
Triggering a chill down my spine
The sun is coming up…it’s over!
Night…is the only time you’re mine…

Hope I get to catch the sun and keep it in a jar…very soon