hobochord

Good morning dear Can you promise that tomorrow never changes? Please hold my hand And tell me that it's real The piling days seem surreal Even that gentle rain that falls with love Sometimes I don't even understand This emotion that stretches across the ocean To be in the same-colored future as you I wish that dream to be true Yet there is no star to wish upon In the lonesome night skies Put on those headphones after long days Drown me with the sound of you Struggling in the silent breathlessness Even though I can still breathe perfectly Living in an ordered chaos It's impossible to tell whether it is reality or misunderstan