i thought it was a dream from ten years past
i thought, there could never be such a blinding contrast
between childhood and trauma and knowledge and innocence
i wish i could describe the dream, and string it together with a dose of eloquence
there were cold tiles under my feet
air drained away like i was sinking under concrete
i thought it was a dream from ten years past
where ignorance was built to last
there's a reason why and i remember it ever night
i wish the girl in my dream knew why she was too scared to fight
there was ringing in my ears
whispers of love and stability trying to ease my tears
i thought it was a dream from ten years past
i thought, maybe my brain figured i was thinking too fast
so it took the cursed moments and locked them away
so i may live as a child and dream through the day
i wish it wasn't 5 years past when the locks broke free
and a memory of cold tiles under my feet broke me down to my knees
and though it was not a dream, but it's been ten years past
apparently some memories are built to last