you could go to bed a thousand times but that's not you
would he like it to be?
you could never reap up so much wheat until you've died. well have you died?
i can't wait for you to change, i can't wait for you to be the thing that i hate most
you say you've gone to bed for good this time but you're wide awake
hey i saw through that one
and i can't blow away that many kisses until you've died, well have you died?
addiction exclusion admitted sucked in that fear of rejection
reaction conclusion absurd less confusion
and i could tell myself a thousand dreams, a thousand dreams of you