Sometimes I can’t help but thinking of the past
I try not to but it rears its head, time and time again
It’s lovely
It’s ugly
I’m regretful
I’m thankful
Sometimes I can’t help but wonder why life flies by so fast
Drifting out of sight like puddles absorbing the rain
I hesitate
I accelerate
It’s memorable
But I’m forgetful.
Sometimes my heart drifts away to scenes not meant to last
Floating on decisions from which I can never refrain.
Temporary fantasy?
Maybe a reality
Singing an age old song
Hope I don’t get it wrong
Copyright © 2017 Mr. Flying Pig
What if I were really dying
And none of this was real
Just a dream
Of how it would have been
What if we had never met
And you were with someone else
So in love
And you never knew I ever existed
What if this is how our lives would be
If I hadn’t died that night
An overdose
And there were no second chances
What if this will all go away
In just a few more seconds
When I die
On the hood of my car in my driveway
It was a good dream
Copyright © 2014 Mr. Flying Pig
Sunday Morning
Cooking up the bacon
Everybody is still asleep
Why am I always the first to awaken?
Solitude is my nemesis
Dragging my thoughts too deep
Into reality
Sometimes I don’t want to be
With you
Sometimes I don’t want to be
With anyone at all
It’s not your fault
It’s not you
It’s me
I know this isn’t how it’s supposed to be
In my reality
Sometimes you don’t really
Love me
Sometimes you don’t really
Love me at all
You’re just scared
To be alone
I know
This was never how you wanted it to be
In your reality
Sunday morning
Cooking up the eggs
Everyone is now awake
Why do I feel like I’m always pretending?
Serving up what they want to have
Feeling like such a fake
It’s their reality
You know I will forever be
Right here
You know I will forever be
Right here with you
Don’t be afraid
I’ll never go
Away
I need you as much as I know you need me
And that’s reality
Copyright © 2014 Mr. Flying Pig
Writing what I feel. Feeling what I write.
