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Seems all just blur,
but it feels like another day
sitting across from your pretty face
In the corner of the cafe-

with smoke filled air,
You're staring into the distance,
with saddness in your eyes,
so I write my dreams on paper napkins
just to wipe your tears aside-

but somethings stinging at my heart
As everything fades away,
It's been years I've held onto
What you so carelessly threw away-

Now i hold such woeful sorrows
Close to my heart,
Hoping one day they'll fade,
And we'll stop growing apart

But you left me for years,
Hallucinating colours,
better times and replayed memories
and a sudden change of the current,
but how- if you won't meet me halfway
And just continue to wash
My soul away

No one said dreams had to be perfect-
& I never could promise you everything
But my ink stained napkins,
were always better than nothing.
Cause i can't afford to give
More than a poor man,
can afford to receive.

If my dreams mean so little,
then there's nothing else i can say
that the sound of my breaking heart
couldn't put in a better way.