if i title this after a lyric from this lullaby, you'll know that i'm talking about you

maybe it wasn't epic, but it had the promise of a school year after a cruise ship karaoke duet
i may have just experienced the 3 most exciting hours that i've had in years and i'm pretty sure only one person could pinpoint them
i never want moments like that to be over so i pulled in and kept breathing deeply
the beginning of the the lullaby's chorus really is more of an instruction manual on dreaming than a poignant lyric
it seems to work everytime
yawning puppies. wet dreams. i think sleep is just a way to clear our minds and write another song.
when i let go of my inhibitions i feel stronger than i do when i'm writhing on the board room table fighting for power and screaming for attention
will you dance to this beat?
mixed drinks and mixed dreams make a cocktail as savory as my mascara and tears
the windy city hits the tracks and i wish the rain would fall so the cooling sensation could douse my entire body like discontinued bottles of cheap perfume
i don't know why the butterflies in my dreams carry fear on their wings
this ballad sweeps all coordination from my body and all to do lists from my mind and when you sing it i breathe like i'm in chicago
i'll just keep my mouth shut for once and listen
i've never fallen at the mercy of someone like me
i assign myself verses and choruses that remind me of you and they never do the heavy breathing justice
can we go back there? i need to hear you sing
i may stay in this bed all day where nobody bothers me and i'm allowed to close my eyes and remember trying so hard to pay attention to every single note and every single breath
every word you say lingers in my mind
being taken on that long journey, to my own lonely prison where i sit around in solitary confinement, keeping my heart a prisoner that is caged from any real chances, feels like drowning, but fighting to stay under water
i'd slit my wrist to feel like i belonged in that song.
i want to fight for you.
fight the industry.
fight the car crash hearts.
fight myself.
i prove to be my biggest critic, but it's gone beyond healthy competition and is tearing me apart.
it seems that i can only embrace hope in that arena, but some nights it finds a way to fill the backseat
every lyricist says it's never felt like this before, but it never has.
27 made a promise to me and i made a promise to 27.

thanks for picking my pen up off the floor and putting in back in my (right)ing hand