What if you get better,
but that better isn't in time for me?
What if you're only better
for someone else that you see?
Something about taxis,
lights suddenly on.
Why can we only appreciate someone
once they're fully gone?
What if you get better
and that makes me feel worse?
Is that still love then?
If jealousy hides
next to the lip balm in my purse.
Because I'm disappointed
you're not the person I created in my head.
And I trusted too deeply
before I saw where that trust led.
So ask the universe,
"Just let me see what could have been true".
I don't require much.
Please, just one more dream of you.
And suddenly I wake up.
I guess I fell asleep in your car.
But we haven't moved much,
the road doesn't go very far.
And there's caution signs everywhere.
Stoplights detours to see.
At the very end of the scenic road,
there's a person...
Wait, that's me!
And she opens up the car door,
blows a kiss to the man inside.
Tells me to get the hell out of my imagination,
which to me has always lied.
And I tell her,
"but we'll be stranded...
There's no one else who will come..."
She says,
"Stop being so dramatic,
I promise you he's not the one".
And I'm dumbfounded on a dirt road.
"What do you mean?"
"What do you know?"
"You really think your soulmate
would risk letting you go?"
"What if your better
is not the best that you could be?"
"What if him getting better
is just a deflective block you choose to see?"
"Because non of this is for you..."
"A hard truth to swallow."
Would you still be proud of your footsteps,
if all your children were to follow?
"And you're so stubborn and set
on a rose mixed into cement."
"If your dream man were to hurt you,
don't you think he'd at least repent?"
