I thought you might appreciate The fact of my dream: A few shapes and lines, Skyscrapers flew off. A satellite fell in the center of And broadcast teh fault that i had become But faraway far away You sang next to refrigerators Ate a crabapple And faraway faraway I woke up in a heart With a sign that said drowning I woried alone: I knew i'd never be king Of some broke rome Fell apart at the knees And i worried today About the number days That i'd really get Before they'd wipe me aweay. But in this world, in this world, So many bright-light people end awhole lot dimmer And in this world, in this world, My very blackest days you could never call tragic. I wont be anyone with a point or a bullet me drink all my fun from a sea, the bluest one. Break my dish on teh stairs To the stars. i dont care For a blank associate Who wont cry- who will fit I'll never fit, wouldnt dream of it I wont fit never dream of it