Driving through the parking lot
No cars to be found
I believe it could be Sunday
So I'll just walk around

Off to get coffee
But I think the malls closing
I order a drink
But the guy is opposing

Walk to a bench
And there I sat
Here comes Briz and Billi
But who the hell is that?

We sat on that bench
For some odd reason
We got the great idea
To commit some treason

We took that bench
Straight to the door
But the cops were there
And made us put it back on the floor

I sat on the ground
When a little kid came over
She was the cutest thing
But her mom wasn't sober

Mid thirties is what I assume
She hunted for what was missing
She sat too close behind me
And then we started kissing

She shoved me over
My back to the floor
On top she climbed
And out loud I swore

I put up a fight
Because I hadn't a clue
Why she picked me
To be the one to *****

I woke up gasping
And there for I panic
These dreams I have
Are too ******* manic

Why do I dream
Of such different matters
Waiting for my heart
To crash and shatter

I want to dream
About kittens and rainbows
But luckily for me
That's just not how it goes