On Time

I’m falling for dogs on the streets again
I’m calling you and you listen
The moon is walking me home tonight
I’m starting to think everything’s all right
But I’m still fighting with my head
Why do good things fill me with dread?
I wasn’t always afraid of heights
I’m a plane used to cancelled flights
But you are always on time
Trying to name the color of your eyes
But they keep changing like I change my mind
And I can’t kiss you enough times
Should we meet in your dreams or in mine?