Luke Song Preference:
“Dreaming Alone” by Against the Current
The story starts
laying in the dark with someone new
I’m feeling tired from all the time I spent on you
But I know I’m strong from all the trouble I’ve been through
The story starts where the story falls apart with you
You’re tired of having to chase after him, tired of running
and running but never quite catching the boy who could never stop flying.
He was soaring past stars and he was meant for airplanes and
big trains; he was meant for moondust glory and sunshine radiance.
You wished on every shooting star, praying that it would be
him, finally falling back down to earth with you.
But he was only meant to go up from here – perhaps there was
a time when he walked on the dirt grounds with you, a time when your kiss was
all the high he needed – but not anymore.
You ran after him in hopes of grounding him again, but he
was too far up for you to reach, leaving you with nothing but scratched legs
from the brambles you ran through for him while he soared effortlessly through
the clouds, away from you.
You finally realized that you had to stop running for the
cuts to heal into scars; you finally realized that letting go of colourful
helium balloons meant never getting them back.
They weren’t yours anymore, he wasn’t yours anymore; now scattered and lost in the atmosphere.
Shooting stars were just burning rocks and dandelion wishes
were just weeds; 11:11 was just a time and birthday candles are nothing but
That didn’t stop you from wishing for him all the same.
Don’t lie, bright eyes
Is it me that you see when you fall asleep?
‘Cause I know it’s you I dream about every night
You think starlit boys like him don’t dream of dandelion
girls like you.
He is a part of something bigger, something brighter – and you
are one in a field of thousands, hoping that your wishes can possibly reach him
in a gust of longing.
You dream of him, a boy that was once yours – now just in a
Only in your sleep does his arms wrap around you, does his
voice whisper just for you – back when he was just a boy who dreamed just like
you, who dreamed of you.
Back when he was yours, back before he was a metaphor for
something you couldn’t reach.
You use beautiful things to hide the ugly hurt he left you
with when you ran after him through scarred lands.
You use beautiful things to comfort yourself in accepting
that such beautiful things – like him – weren’t meant to love plain things,
that extraordinary could never fall for ordinary.
You use dreams to hide the brutality of reality when you
wake up alone.
He doesn’t, though – he’s already living in one.
And his dreams no longer have you.
The story starts
laying in the dark, broken and bruised
I count the scars left in my heart from loving you
And I was wrong but let’s be honest, you were too
I miss the part when I was falling hard for you
You remembered when it was too much, when you weren’t
You try to forget the boy he was before he was a star, but
the lights that twinkle down at you every night are too much of a reminder of
all he is without you.
You missed it when you were just two meteors crashing
through everything that came in your way, back when you were falling – but with
You didn’t even realize you were falling until you crashed,
until you were lying face up at the stars, a crater where you landed, staring
at the boy who somehow managed to fit himself back into the sky after he
You lost pieces of yourself as you were falling through the atmosphere
and you’re still too dented from the harsh landing and every lonely night is a
salt reminder of the wounds you sustained from it.
And despite the pain of a heart cracked open, despite the
scars that now marred your body –
You’d fall with him all over again.
Giving me this feeling
Love in the summer
Way I’ve never felt with any other
You don’t think anyone else can compare.
Of course – how could they?
How could anyone compare to what you had with Luke – the way
he said your name, the sparks of his touch, the fire in his taste – it was
burning, it was warmth, it was everything you had before he left you with that
Maybe you’re just a little too heartsick over him – too blinded
by the memories of him, too infatuated with what you had, too hurt with what
you lost – but you can’t see anyone else ever coming close.
Everything he gave you, everything he took away – you can’t
forget what was yours for a moment, you can’t forget what you thought would’ve
been yours for an eternity.
You relive it in your head because you can’t have it in
I love you.
But the words are always an echo of the past, the words are
only from your lips now, said to an empty spot next to you where you hoped he
He’s not yours to love anymore.
Don’t lie, bright eyes
It’ll always be you and me
So why are we dreaming alone?
He dreams of you, too.
He gets tired of flying through the sky, without the rush of
falling with you.
He doesn’t realize how much he misses it – you – until he
sees the crowd as nothing but roaring shadows and cellphone stars and remembers
how the only flashing lights he needed was the gleam in your eyes.
Until he remembers how names are what makes a star so
special, but you loved him when he was nothing but dust.
You were what made his name special to him, not those
billboard letters and blazing words across a magazine – it was the softest
whispers in his ear when you said his name and you gave him chills and he’s
been empty ever since.
He was just dust underneath it all, without your touch to
set it on fire and blaze it into something bigger.
And you did, once – you did and he left you only to fizzle
out, only to fade in the spotlight.
He dreams of you, of what he’s let go, of what’s now too
late, too far.
You’re both dreaming underneath the same stars about the
same past and it’s a goddamn shame because you’re looking up for him in the sky
when he’s already fallen without you.
And in reality there’s the lonely nights and regrets, the I love you that never reaches the right
But in your dreams – and in his – you’re not alone.
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