Dream me has always had a way with words
But wasn't it me who told you to fall in love
Back when they told me you could never be mine
Yes, back when they stripped us down to nothing
No, that wasn't you
It was some faceless being and I hope it was a girl
Because then I wouldn't be gay for what we did
Oh, you could still be living in a cloud
But I'd rather be happy next to a mute singer
Than a dead girl who likes to smile at me
When I have her hung up against a wall
Like a pretty framed picture that I just can't get to hang right
But that's okay
When she finally gives in to the nails in her back
I'll have her straighter than an arrow
In the hands of a seven year old boy
With a bow he got from Christmas
Which was only a day or two ago
But you know how little boys can be
Can we go back to that first date
If you can even call it that
Because there were broken bottles at my toes
I like the taste of ***** in my stomach
Because it reminds me of your lips
It's been less than 24 hours since they were next to mine
That's enough to make an addict
Go crazy but it's been less than 12
Since I indulged in another addiction
But self harming isn't as fun as harming you
With the poison I put on my lips every night
Just before I fall asleep and dream of you next to me
Maybe I'm holding back while writing this
Because I hope you read these while I'm tired
Which is all the time and maybe this will put you
Next to me when it's cold outside
But no degrees will ever be able to make me stop
Cutting my stomach to pieces and you
To stop falling for a passerby on your street

After all
Isn't that how
You found me?