If you d say I m sorry for all the pain. I was just trying to show you that I love you , I would reply That s ok baby, we re all a bit scared but it s cool you told me that .
Then everything would be fine and you would be mine.
Yah, the patient hopes of the sweet full dream. The sacred nonsense of my heart and mind.
Man, we d get angry, we d fight, we d say I hate you and all your stupid jokes . Those would be great days.

I think sometimes I look for a way to make these dreams a little more real than what they are. Anyone cares for a fight?

I make, for as long as I remember, little stories in my head. They re more than little stories; they re a second life that I live. Oh .that I lived, because I ve grown and I m older. I know now I ll never be a football star.
I used to create, in my dreams, perfect girls. They were just like the ones that passed me by on the street but they would actually talk to me.
They d make me laugh; they d make me cry. I d make them love me so.

I think sometimes I look for a way to make these dreams a little more real than what they are. Anyone cares for a hug?