too many movies, tv shows, imagination and real life whilst wandering the hassayampian shores (blame mr. nalls and robert f. jones as necessary)
Lyrics
you live on in my dreams
a quiet happy life
always imagining
what that must be like
never hit by someone
never shot up in style
never saw a shotgun
never bled out on the tiles
you live here in my head
talk to me sometimes
repeating those things you'd said
before and after lines
never hit by someone
never shot up in style
never saw a shotgun
never bled out on the tiles
sometimes i even think you're still real
you know me so well, even how i feel
i drink to you, and for you now it seems
i still hear your echoes, i never heard your screams
you live on in my dreams
a quiet happy life
i wonder what it means
when i wish away the nights
that you were never hit by someone
never shot up in style
never saw a shotgun
never bled out on the tiles
