they are so heavy from the rain, and so is that note

[forty! i figured out the numba thing!]

We walked down the street and smiled and
our hands were blown up above our heads and
like floats at a parade they lifted higher until they
flew away

Our dreams blew away from us down the road
chasing them drifting amongst the tickets and ideas
and we took a basket and put some away
for later

So I caught our love and you got our goals
and we wrapped them up in packages and took them home
put them into the closet, locked them away
until today

And you ripped them open, pulled out their hearts
telling me that we were wrong
putting them in your pockets you shuffled away
taking them with you

You say you're empty with my dreams and passions in your pocket
and I laugh
it is like trying to find every last piece of confetti
you always lose one

February 9, 2011 - Jess :]