In a dream that I had, or maybe another life,
I'd never been bad, and you were proud.
I can't say it aloud- but every day I wish I wasn't myself.
and when you left the room, I'm sure I heard you say
'I wish she could be someone else.'
And I don't know anymore if it is you or me,
and I don't know why and I don't know how.
Look at me now. I can see all the reasons for your shame.
I'm stone in your shoe, a restless breeze in the hall
and I take the blame, I take it all,
All I can tell you I'm not what I seem,
and in my dream, we shared a phone call. I had the answers.
I could take some of the weight from you.
You told me you were leaving but you said, 'I'll wait for you.'
I don't know what it could mean.
I don't know what it could mean.
There must be some way I heal the wounds that I've made,
there must be a way I can turn it around.
Didn't make a sound, but I caused an earthquake.
I brought down your walls, wasn't around
to see them shake, coming to the floor.
And in the dream, I was caught in the rain, it started to pour.
but I had some keys and you were waiting when I opened the door.
We've done this before, but I wish I could do it over again.
I'd change everything.
I'd change everything for you.
