Make-believe.
Insomnia taking over thought and feeling,
The seconds go by so slow
When you’re trying to sleep.

The smudged window hides
The few stars remaining behind the clouds
The clouds that roll in on the city
And cry the tears I’ve been holding back.

It seems meaningless, but that one purple ticket,
Clasped tightly between palms as in prayer
Means more than the world to me
0132353 – off by heart

If I hold it tight enough, and if I close my eyes
I can almost imagine that you’re there,
Right there, and not a million miles away,
Not separated by the ocean

You are there, but I can’t touch you,
I can feel your presence but not your skin.
The phone rings and I hold my breath,
But I know it can’t possibly be.

If I’m lucky, sleeps comes,
And I slip away into a sweet dream
Of parks and street lamps and better times.
But they’re only dreams after all.