I, had a crazy dream.
Well for starters it was of R*.
We were running from something and I can still feel his fingers through mine.
Then he stopped me and his soft lips kissed my cold cheek.
The he was gone. . .
I may be tired still, but I just couldn't stay asleep.
Maybe, you were getting up, and I did too.
The sweet dream of you kissing my cheek is nothing but a vague memory.
I can still feel the chills that you were protecting me from.
Now I feel more bad.
Why must i speak of this?
Cause Brooklynn, you loved him, and you're a nut case.
Yeah, that must be the reason.
Dreams, dreams, dreams.
Tell me yours.