i'm tired of being desperate
i'm tired of being broke
i'm tired of trying to get a nasty ***** to choke
i'm tired of saying hey come over
i'm tired of saying want my number
i'm tired of this and that
the game
i've had it
with it
it's ******* ridiculous

a stress i don't need
i got other worries
like how i'm gonna feed
the kids i meet
when my wife conceives
and where is she
this whole time
why isn't she with me

i haven't met her
which is *******
cuz i have
in a dream
she opened the door for me
maybe that's what i need
or what i want
i keep dwelling
and not being thankful
for what i got

i don't get it
it's repetitious
it stays within me
most nights
some days
i feel empty
like there's something missing
an image
of a woman
in the bed next to me
coming over to kiss me
goodnight
and laying her head on my chest
i miss it

she was just a replacement
for the real thing
that's coming shortly
to a theatre near me
but every theatre i play
i look in the crowd
and say not today
cuz no one comes up and talks to me
at least not her

where's she at?
where'd she go?
how far in time do i have to travel
to get her

will it be when i'm 85
on my death bed
i'll look over across the room
and see a cutie whose life is gloom
i'll reach over and touch her hand
and together we will be again

the girl i saw in my dream
only knew her for a day
but at life's final moments
we held our hands and prayed
and lifted off into the sky
together
just how i saw it in the dream