In my mind, in my mind.

So, this is mine...It's been my heart and soul for the past few months...it's increasing and growing....subject to change.

I
The paper stars that you've pinned up to my cieling
they're just no substitue...
For the real night sky, outside...I've got to get out - to get through

So if you want to go for a ride,
and if you want to stay alive -
Come with me, we'll find another place
Come with me - I can't stay.
These memories will fade, with time.

II
Sitting on the front porch, just staring at the cieling
What else can I do?
Because these clouds they fall around me
There are no shooting stars?
Who are you to blame when you're not really who you are?

So if you want to go for a ride,
and if you want to stay alive -
Come with me, we'll find another place
Come with me - I can't stay.
Please let me be okay - one day at a time.

So tonight of nights, 4 people have remembered what's special.
Truth is, I've got the worst case of Peter-Pan syndrome ever...bah.
I'm taking an emotional dump on a friend and he doesn't deserve it. He's a great guy. We're discussing our wants to disappear...a 3-month long train ride across Canada sounds good about now. Okay....I no longer feel compelled to write any more. I'll most likely take the lyric down after too long...I'm neurotic and paranoid that someone is going to steal my lyrics.