The scent of burning candles filling the room
and all the ways that you've come to bloom.
All the time that passed us before
and the feelings of nevermore
and all the time to wait.
Looking at a clean slate.
So maybe I'm just crazy to think
and maybe it is too early to drink.
I'm still under the utter conclusion
that my love for you was just an illusion
and maybe after all I'm just crazy for you
but maybe I'm wrong and you're right
and we'll have to sleep on it tonight.
So dream long and well and think of me
and maybe after all insanity sets you free.

06/20/1999

Posted on 12/16/2003
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