not sleeping anymore

so, what's changed

so, what's changed.
I saw your photo on the screen, you still look the same-
bangs brushed with sweat off your face,
swinging your guitar like you're Ben,
but your solo was off pace.
I see you’re chasing your dreams
I’m living mine.
it’s not as good as it seems.

after all these years
I can still write you a song.
blurred images and used words
all i have to go from
so what has changed?

some people write about love

guess I’ll change the words before I'm done.

so, what’s changed.
still get your news from tv and read books about things you can't see?
they all want you so bad.
it always cheapened it for me.
I see your chasing those dreams
I’m living mine
are you as lonely as me?

so, what’s changed.
do you remember my first time,
you came to see me play
I dropped my pick on the first song-
you still clapped. you were good that way
if just that way
I see your chasing your dreams
I’m living mine,

it's not as good as it seems.
some people write about love.

posted by d @ 8:28 AM