i dream of bad things
and when i open my eyes
they swirl around in my brain
like a cocktail being stirred
slowly my brian is poisoned
by these strange feelings i've got
and the rest of my day is tainted
by memories that aren't memories at all

i try to believe
that everything's got meaning
but sometimes i wonder
if i believe too much

you stood there in a dream
and then we ran from something
in an old house
that i didn't know
i tried to kiss your cheek
and i couldn't reach

i search for meaning
in everything
i wonder if maybe
there is none

a life without meaning isn't life, right?
at least that's what i've repeated to myself
so many times that i feel
as if those words are etched
on the inside of my skull
so that when i close my eyes for sleep
that's the last thing i see