i'm dropping hints and allegations in the dark, because faith in this is all i have. i'm leaving messages, and hoping for a phone call, but this picture in my mind is all i get. don't make me be the last to know it's wrong, because i don't like throwing my heart around. don't tell me that we're "just too good of friends", because i am smart enough to know that's never how it is. i've got this knack for being honest with myself, then pulling the wool over my eyes when i know it's not right. you've got a silly way of keeping me at arms length, then pulling away as soon as i get close. and now i see that the only thing you want from me is another reason to let go. i gave you everything, and you took nothing less, but i can't waste another second trying to make this last. don't wake me. i don't want to leave you, and in my dreams i can always see you. i remember when we ran through my house, raced up the stairs, and collapsed in the dark. don't wake me. i don't need to miss you, and in my dreams you would always listen. i remember when you told me i was everything you wanted, and "all of the above."