i must be dreaming

rant // your fingers reek of death so your songs only come back as ghosts. we are lifeless with no songs in our heads. you cannot find yourself in the mirror and all I see are dreamworks. my head never leaves the bed. I fall asleep inside of yours. you see the world through your dead father’s eyes because he is everywhere you go.

And if we fix each other, we’ll lose both ourselves and whatever we have

Nothing to lose and nothing left

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the kids are getting high again under the bridge

you swear it’s been twelve dawns

when it’s the thirteenth over here

the sky’s in my head

while you look at the girl of your dreams

so I kiss you out of the blue just to feel something new

your cheeks look so wet and washed in the headlights

there should be nothing between us but death

I know you’ve ran too long and you’re out of breath;

the lemongrass has your hands worn out

and your swollen eyes burnt out

so if your mother asks you where I’ve been

tell her you were always the best part of me

and you need to know you’re the only one, alright?

this must be the opening scene

to another one of your dreams

where the sky grows cold and

you’ve got her brother by the arm

she tastes like medicine but she’s still tippin’

even when the sky burns down, so vivid

she bathes herself in mourning light

so weary when the sun leaves for the night

it seems as if she lets everyone else in, but you

so it’s true: you’ve got the good side of new

you can’t help but wonder what he’s doing

that’s got her heart still trippin’

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four beats in to measure

and you’re dialling up the pressure

the time’s already half past four

but you just wanna do it some more

I can hear your heart in alla marcia

the more you breathe your instrument

and swallow morphine swimming in wine

the more we’re running out of common time

it’s another one of those fantasy four-past-fours

when time can be rewound and

light comes in through our wounds

maybe I should show a little mercy

so you could stop your worry

you start to go off into a tune

somewhere over the rainbow

I hear your heart in decrescendo

in softness almost beyond hearing