pinch me,
i feel like i'm dreaming
but have i abandoned that steaming train
of sleep that i keep
in a bed where i haven't lain...
and i'm screamin for peace
in my head but it's fed
to the ears of the dead
who don't remember
the hurt of hunger pangs...
have you seen me,
i am barely breathin.
did i really become just another one
of those skeleton heathens
walkin around this town
and haunting its apartments?
'cause when i was very young
i never dreamed of lying on a roof
or painting ghosts into the carpet-
it's just how things ended up
and god knows where it started...
come with me,
grab the beer, let's disappear
maybe we'll cover enough ground
to hear that faraway sound of a train
that calls my dreaming brain by a name
i can't remember when i awake
and i'm prayin for sleep
in my head but it's just bread
and water and the lead
in my eyelids but hey kids
it's something they can't take
away so never trade
your dreams they are the only real thing
you have ever made...

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