you chose the sky this morning? to bleed onto my bed. to leave my sheets covered in doubt, and you the thought in my head. i just wish i wasnt only an escape, i want to be more then the way you fake, a smile just to make me think, that you got away. i should have kissed you in my dream, of the moon and the stream, and watched the boy so CRUSHED in night, but you said its ok, its alright. i made a mess of the way things were, so sad, i wanted her, can you float upon this stream? because in the morning it will bleed. you chose the sky this morning? to bleed onto my bed, to cover my sheets in doubt, you the thought in my head. [ can i have you in escape from the moon, can i have another chance to kiss you.]