Every day, I imagine a future where I can sleep in In my hand is a pillow that I can take everywhere The ink flows down into a dark puddle Just move your hand, write the way into his heart But in this world of infinite choices What will it take just to find that special day? What will it take just to find that special day? Have I found everybody something fun to do today? When you're here, everything that we do is fun for them anyway When I can even read my own feelings What good are words when a smile says it all? And if this world writes me an ending What will it take just for me to go to sleep? Does my pen only write kind words for those who are dear to me? Is it love if I take you, or is it love if I let you be? The ink flows down into a dark puddle How can I sleep in this reality? If I can't hear the sound of your heartbeat What do you call love in your reality? And in your reality, if I don't know how to sleep in? I'll leave you be
