I've been meaning to tell you,
that you were in another reoccurring dream of mine.
And I've been meaning to ask you,
have we met or are you just a figment of my mind?
The more I waste my time thinking about the words I shouldn't write,
and knowing all too well I'll take the bait
she's leaving x's and o's by her name.
I can't explain this attraction.
I swear to you it only happens when I close my eyes.
Never a big fan of fiction,
I think I'm converting just to serve this fantasy of mine.
No ink in my last pen. You've dried it out with run-on sentences.
She's writing now with dark lipstick instead,
engraving x's and o's in my head.
And she's got a red dress on in the act.
It should blend well with the bleeding.
The bandages are heart-shaped,
just like that imaginary wound I'm treating.
I'm only trying to help you understand where I'm coming from.
No one else can. So follow me until my shadow ends,
and may the sun never go down again.
Honestly, the more I waste my time
thinking about the words I shouldn't write,
and knowing all too well I'll take the bait
she's leaving x's and o's by her name.