I dreamed of you last night
As my eyeballs dialed upon and longed to forget
We drove a black hearse
You crawled into the back
Like a defeated squirrel
Still yearning, on the hunt
For the kernel of an acorn
I remember

Your pants were about to come off
You looked at me that way you always
Use to
Like you were forever grieving
Knowing
I was too good for you
But yet you just had to take a bite
To see if I'd flinch and grow rotten.

We got into trouble
There was a clothing store
We were lost
You came and found me
I wanted nothing to do with you
And its all just images now
All just too real, vivid
Instances where I wonder
Did you dream the same?

Explaining my point of view
And I can surely see and indicate what
Yours must have been
Because thats what I do for a living.

But I awoke
As you and the setting
Disappeared like smoke
And I thanked God
I never have to see you take your pants off
And look at me like a dead man
Ever again.