Everything existed as though painted in a dream.                                                                                                                           

"Come and dance with me in the rain."
                               I should have danced with you.
Is this real? I want this to be real.

            Teach me to dream. Teach me to remember.
You know my history in fragments and I know your life in sketches. (Teach me to remember)

                                            I turn over in bed, brush against your warmth, and hope it is you.
I wouldn't mind sleeping forever and missing everything the world has to offer
                          (if only)
If only I could sleep next to you again.

    You were a bookmark to the time when I loved every sunrise/
                                                                                             I want you to be a bookmark to now.

Here all alone in the silence.                                                                                             
All alone in the night.                                                                                                                                 
I'm just so tired of waking up all alone.
    I don't want you back. But I do.

This is what hurts: that I once loved you.
                                                                            Once. This is all so long ago, now.

    I miss you.