A dream can be
A wonderful place to live
Where you can shape anything
To your whim
Unless it becomes a nightmare
Composed by static strife
But I don't want to dream anymore
I want to live in a real life

Though you may not be the man
You were when you fell asleep
(I guess that's sort of the point
To living in a dream)
Every passing minute
Is another chance to turn it all around
A chance to accept your losses
But still fight for solid ground

I would love to wake up
And be the mole on your chest
But I know I'll just be me
So that is who I must caress
And although the narrative is clearer
I still enjoy distressed formats
So, I'll still hope to see you in another life
When we are both cats
Yes, when your own dream should end
I hope you can finally clearly see me
And I hope you are no longer sad
When you're holding that martini