My dreams hold the lies I wish were truth;
'cos I awake in a cold sheet of facts and fears.
Cheers! To the reality that is the empty
pillows that taunt me with relentless laughter.
The sun kisses my cheek with a soft warmth
and I suppose that's better than nothing.
Its just I can't shake, shake this feeling
so my new love is text books on chemical affection.
I got a market for this new chemical addiction.
We sell pills that make dreams inconsequential-
so when you awake you believe your subconscious' tales.
Isolation is more than solidarity- the truth you see
is the truth you wish but in the end it's memories
that direct us through this tale of life. Let's be
together one last time cause last night in fantasy
land you were all I could see (all I wanted to know).
I am clearly awake now and it's time to take medication
to help forget I ever truly knew you, that I heard you moan
or that I knew what part of your neck turned you on
the most. Goddamn I am a sucker for my own devastating
blues. This ain't a thing I'd share but I've grown
stale of living inside my head wishing she was still mine.
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