The moonlight pours though my window
And I'm trying to sleep,
But all I could do is lay awake and dream

And I keep thinking about the story
I wrote, about the guy who breaks my heart
And the girl who breaks his
And how they live happily ever after
As I cross their names from my list
of People to Forget
Names written in red;
But I've read,
that tales come true,
So I've been searching for something new,

Burnt cola taste on my tongue,
It seems like a memory long forgotten
of how the Flower Girls and the Guys with Bright Eyes, despise the Girl Who Dreams

And as the stories get old
I try to find new names
Hoping they would stay
and run away
with me, to see the daylight
from the Highlands
and City of Lights
and the shore lines,
I find
myself trying to sleep,
But all I could do is lay awake and dream

//Not my best one but yeah//