Dream Song

I have this rule

If I see you in my dreams three times in a week

I have to reach out and see if you're doing fine

Yeah, so am I

And it's not a lie, just wanna press my nose up to the glass of your life

We weren't good, but we tried

It's the Fourth of July

That must be why you're on my mind

When your family dog died

I waited all night

Till you showed up on my doorstep, and I held you as you cried

Even if we don't talk, I hope every fall you remember it all

If I could press my nose up to the glass of that night

I'd look back, and I'd smile

'Cause it was worth all my time

That must be why you're on my mind

Your grandma still comments on some of my posts

And when Coldplay played "Yellow," you sent me a video

Always crying in your car 'cause you were never my North Star

But I'm glad every Christmas we close out the bar

And when we went cold, I was nineteen years old

And learning you don't always reap what you sow

So I'll plant a garden at my new apartment

We let go of our grip, but I wouldn't change it