traffic in dreams the deeper the love the longer it will be to pay it off deeper the diamond to carve from your heart the darker the desire the more cold cash the harsher the wind in the lonely night
take sandpaper to your luxurious soul but you keep its stain from your pretty eyes pretty face barter for fish n chips pretty words barter your bed and breakfast dress it all in fashion from magazines the strange combination of gloss and paper thin disguise the strange combination of truth and lies
the greasy haired stranger peers with all his might into the mirror trying to find the man hidden within he traffics in dreams will sell you a plot of land and the rainbow that comes with ten by ten souls wide ten by ten deep sell em to you for a taste of the pretty sell em to you for a touch of the tender so rancidly reflected in his greasy smile
you thought the weight was easy to bear thought that the lie you tell yourself suffices but dreams are brittle thin walls you hide behind watch the cracks spread across the pretty picture it is painted with watch the colors fade like sweet summer sunshine the sweet wine turned bitter like tears he sells you a dream that must be forever replaced with an ever darker version he sells you a lie that you will come to see vividly it won't taste so sweet for so long it will taste like dust it will taste like loss
you seek him out once again in the dark city passage his greasy hair fallen long ago skin gone gray he found the man in the mirror he found his answer in all the chaos tastes like dust tastes like bitterness seek him out to find he is gone only a shell remains a brittle shell