You're the  substance of my dreams,
Without you, my nightmares are real,
Let me tell you how it feels,
When love ain't at all what it seems to be,

Sometimes it burns, sometimes it hurts,
We take a lot of awkward turns,
I still carry all the scars,
Buried deep within my starving heart,

The old pills or the new ones,
Doesn't matter at all,
It's the same old dream that
I have dreamed before.

Your emptiness should have released me,
To tear my chains to pieces,
You never saw my hidden stitches,
But the world stopped turning when you kissed me,

Now the name is just a memory,
And my heart a cemetery,
You're there and not yet buried,
Still waiting  for the tears to call.

The old pills or the new ones,
Doesn't matter at all,
It's the same old dream that
I have dreamed before.

The old wounds or the new ones
Doesn't matter at all,
It's the same old blood that
I have cried before.