It started early
Before he had a say
It melted into him
Like his blood, he is broken

I mean, he’s beautiful - angelic,
But he doesn’t have his scars.

This guy is educated and funny,
But he doesn’t have his hands.

He’s peaceful, confident
But he doesn’t have his smirk.

He’s strong and will care,
But I can’t hold his hand.

The new man is happy and clear,
But I need his uncertainty.

I'm lonely and you're nice.
Let's go on a first date,
Then a second,
Quick weekend away,
Meet my family,
Wear matching Christmas jumpers,
I'll be your sisters bridesmaid and you'll paint my **** house
Get married,
Have kids,
Love them,
Grow apart,
Blame them,
Blame eachother,
Be lonely,
Think somebody else is nice,
Be lonely with them instead,
Pine for eachother,
Die,
Be buried apart.
Ya me too.

I dream I plan I wonder
To keep warm at night
Another hour passes
Rest is a losing fight.

I've got pride in my hope
I revel in my plans
Cause when I'm faced with darkness
I can mould it with my hands

People laugh at us dreamers
They want to drag us into reality
But hold tight onto your sparkle
As sparkle breeds jealousy

What to do with this strange mind,
It does not relax it does not unwind,
It is not content until it is fed,
It's craving gets vicious when put to bed.

Over the hill and far away
Is where the make believe must play
The dreamers, inventors
The wishers and tempters.

How high such a hill
Should rise from the ground
And oh what a cackle
Has come from its crowd.

What glee and temptation
And lacking contemplation
Has thrown out such an awful menace
And now we, the outsiders do the penance.

Out of sight and out of mind
Has a one sided hangover I find.

Here we are another promise
Me and my friend me
Never to return again, although
His marks you clearly see

His handprints still blue with passion
Cover my body like lakes
Make those outside our island presume to be mistake

But in my cage with warning
I tear and itch with want
Those blueprints that I suffer
To always be my haunt

The cable that inhales me
Will never slack the line
As the holder of the the string
Is not his hand but mine