Writing songs on saturday mornin'

I have my messes
and I clean them up
I build
again
and watch these worlds
grow like mold

If I 
could see you dancing
if I 
had a hand to hold
We we were ballerinas
we were flying high
in that stage of mind
in that past life
i swear I saw you in my 
living room
last night

And i HAVE my messes and i CLEAN
THEM up
and watch the worlds
we built, the worlds we built grow old
like mold 
Black mold
black mold

eliana_