Oh, right Had another wacky dream did you? Felt it difficult to articulate But told your friends about it anyway did you? One of them had a weird dream too But you know yours was weirder Because no one's as weird as you right? Because you're pretty ****** up right?
No Stop it Dreams are just the leftovers Of what you should have let out in the day That's why they don't make any sense They are the dying screams of a seed That never saw the light
Don't be like them Fetishising those fragments of madness That live in absolutely everyone Because every night your pillow is yawning And all your bed can feel is deadweight
Come out of your cloud And bring it down here with you. Share it with us in a way that we can remember it Without trying to.
Unless you really believe That inside that quirky head of yours There is something so special That it makes you the envy of everyone you tell about it That people who know what you have Would chain themselves to their mattresses And sleep themselves away for a glimpse Of what only you can see In which case, Keep dreaming.
Well, look at that I thought I had something interesting to say On the topic of dreams. But I didn't. No one has And no one ever will.