my dream is without you.
my dream is a victim of neglect
gathering dust in the corner of a hard drive
my dream is the last one picked for the team
where i’m playing
on your field
in your game
in your dream.

my dream is without you.
my dream is like a lover
you just discovered
has been cheating
and you think… my god, who is this stranger
that i’ve confused for someone i knew?

my dream is the credit i’m afraid to take
the commitment i’m afraid to make
my dream is ME and i am fucking scared
of being responsible
to that boss.
it’s easier to fail for someone else.

my dream is the only child that never learned
to play well with others
and is just passing
mimicking a sensibility back at you
that she thinks you think sounds real
and at times it’s so convincing
that even she believes it.

my dream is playing solitaire at a rave
my dream is break-dancing in the circle
my dream is writing until dawn
my dream doesn’t give a fuck
because she can walk away at any moment
and she’d still be mine.