is this a fantasy? Nah, this is just a dream where every make believe can breath and you know me, my thoughts and my own mind my lips and my cold eyes got you swimming in my insides i will fall just to suck you in im a remedy of mud within, collapsing sharing my sins im a stalker a verse to sing shakespeare with nothing but a grin and a pen, living memories again your in my brush now, i paint you everytime in hope that maybe if its good enough you'll come alive come wine with me and live a lie, knowing that we're still alive killing thoughts just to kill the time if you could even understand that im part of this world then maybe i would believe in myself i would jump through your box just to be in your test, so i could see the sun glowing straight off of your flesh
Is this a tv screen? Nah, this is just a dream where every make believe can breath and you know me, my thoughts and my own mind my lips and my cold eyes got you swimming in my rhythm lines i will sleep just to see your glow and when im awake i live in hope that maybe i can dream again but for now i create a world where i can pretend and let my stories and reality start to blend i wanna mend my heart, i wanna heal my soul i wanna feel real, i wanna breath and blow your dark eyes swirlin' around this room and your skin's like the sunlight reflecting off the moon (x2)
is this a love scene? Nah, this is just a dream where every make believe can breath and you know me, my thoughts and my own mind my lips and my cold eyes got you swimming in a new time i would go back to see your stare awkwardly like you don't even care, but another fan in the room i consume all the silence just to say a word but I've forgotten how a sentence works I'll rehearse a whole speech and tell it to you if i could meet you, if i could see you i would prove that i wasn't see-through maybe if i was someone then i'll be someone to you and you could listen to my song and start knowing me too if only my name, could be forced over your tongue i can hear now, how it's done but i feel you'll never know, how the taste may be i can sing but i can't speak, half crescent, incomplete
and your skin's like the sunlight reflecting off the moon