I am a gentleman.
No, I am a woman.
...but I am a gentleman.
...but I am not a man.
Perhaps, a gentlelady.
That sounds strange.
I open doors and bring flowers.
I'd throw down a thousand coats to watch you walk on dry land.
Cook dinner for your family.
Then do the dishes because it's right.
Stand beside when you're wrong, but in a pair of heels.
Hold hands in public because I don't care.
Defend your honor like a Knight.
Firm handshakes and lip gloss.
That describes me.
But I'm better at me with you.

There's a mask you've placed on your heart
You think it gives you a head start
But you're wrong
You're alone
And blue
And covered in clues
Leading to the nearest love nest
You sweet little sinner
He made you his dinner
But now he tells you to leave
So you call and you cry
And I tell you sweet lies
While I drink a strong drink and laugh
How's that mask on your heart?
Is it a good head start?
Because it keeps leading back to me.

I can never tell if I am waking up or falling asleep
You see, my dreams
No, they're not dreams at all
When I close my eyes; I soon open them

In both realities, there is time
And days
And months
And years
And even seconds to spare

But where am I now?
It's the same bed
It's the same house
It's the same floor
But, but, but the day was just night!

Stuck on a hamster wheel of reality
My dreams are not short
In fact, it's like living indeed
It's torturous confusing realities

You. Ha. You are here.
Or there, I suppose.
But that cannot be
So obviously to me
This is the dream.

Woman of the bow
Beauty unknown
Soul burns brighter at night
Collapsing dreams
Sweet remedy
Devil's enchantress indeed
Tender embrace
Hearts that race
Touch like a goddess, my sweet

But you are not mine.
No, you've never been mine.
Sweet mistress, you're only a dream.

What the Hell is this?!
Jealousy?
Betray?
Angry?
WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?!

You kept that stare
Such reassuring eyes
"Oh I loved her once. Not now."
You made me feel less
Though I gave it my best
Now I'll end it before I can cry

You two faced *****
I'm tired of this ****
You'll never look down again
You tell me she's nothing
Just one of your buddies
When really you're covered in sin

Now things are over
You cry that it's over
But really there's comfort there
She's right next to you
In the picture you took
Two weeks after we're through

So tell me again of your love that you kept
Kept only for me
And how I'm so perfect
No other girls worth it
Because I was your cookies and cream.