Good times for a change
see, the luck I've had
can make a good man
turn bad
Michael put aside all the paperwork he still had not finished.
"God dammit..."He muttered "Why am I leaving? Fuckin' Brian. Must I always run to him?"
Running had never done anything for him. In the past his luck with Brian, among other men, had been dreadful.
So please please please
let me, let me, let me
let me, get what I want
this time
Maybe today there'd be a change in his luck.
Afterall, maybe last night's dream had meant something.
He had dreamt that Brian was with him, that Brian loved him. He had felt Brian's arms around him.
When he woke up it wasn't real, there was no harm, and there was no hope left in Michael.
Michael had never been one to try and see more into a dream than there was, until now. He was thinking that maybe Brian had figured it out-that Michael was it for him.
Haven't had a dream in a long time
see, the life I've had
can make a good man bad
He'd spent practically his whole life with Brian, pining over him. Maybe now when he went to Brian's the dream would become real.
So for once in my life
let me get what I want
Lord knows it would be the first time
Lord knows it would be the first time
Although he wanted the one he couldn't have, something told him to keep what little hope he had left.
Maybe for once in his life he'd get what he wanted.
Flipping the sign to "Closed" Michael locked up the comic shop with a smile on his face.
TBC...