Fever Dreams & Lilac Leaves

My fever dreams of you

Always seem to come true,

As bitter and sweet as they be;

Your eyes so blue,

The sky the same hue

And beneath the lilac tree:

Just us two,

The drugs we do,

And all the mistakes we could make;

And in this dream

There is a stream

That flows right by our feet.

I dip my toes

Then you go

Push in the rest of me,

As I drown

I look around

To see my memories;

The river flows

It comes to know

How I miss the lilac leaves

And the bittersweet taste

Of every mistake

You made by loving me.