I find it kind of funny and I find it kind of sad**
That the dreams in which I'm dying
Are the best I've ever had
Where there's fire I'll carry gasoline, we just ourselves
By supermodels, super imposed in magazines
What do you do when light switches don't work
And you're salsa dancing with confusion
When no one's your friend except needles and addictions
Without your enemies and your problems you'd feel alone
But I guess that's why we write fiction
Limping through life, pointing at beauty and writing novels
While the others hack off their limbs
And complain how they have to hobble
If I'm in the land of the dead
Then it's when I open my eyes
Everyday I keep opening my eyes, hoping you die
Maybe that could release the agony
Strangers don't talk
But I promise, I awoke when you cried
I awake everyday and I'm restless throughout the night
I swear they made me do it, when I took this axe to the pipe
Now my house looks like Venice
And I'm every derelicts apprentice
Life's like tennis
We wait till we're 40 to look for love
Misplace our racket
Get our teeth knocked out and god's the dentist
I said I'd never forget you but you forgot yourself
For control they teach self hate
So we don't kiss the mirror
Making up stories of Chris Cringle
Heaven and hell, pursed lips whistling with fear
If you can't handle your crisis
Then why not just disappear
That's what hypocritical brave people do
That's what they do
The best dream I ever dreamed
Was that I was falling from a rocket
And I died, I died, I don't dream
The best dream I ever dreamed
Was that I was all by myself but never alone
The worst dream I ever dreamed
Was that everyone was around me
But I had no place to call my home
I had so much to say but I had no lips
I had no tomorrow and I had no today
Everything was broken but there was nothing to fix
I had no more tears
I just had spit, I just had this, that's love isnt it
It's too many sacrifices, lips stick prices
And plastic Christ is
Sometimes I wonder what I'm a do with my life
Waster says it's a joke
Some wasting on chasing a cross or a pope
We keep biting off more then we can prove
Till we finally can't breathe and can see
That our goals can't be achieved
Till we take a look in the mirror and can't believe
Till we look in the mirror and say that can't be me
So we chain ourselves down so tight that we can't get free
We like to keep ourselves in hell
Stay Calm., 1, 2, 3
Same old shit
I wake up with sweat on my brow from falling in a dream
You know, the type when you jump up quick
Every time you hit
When everything feels like déjà vu
When you sit back and laugh cause you know what
Everybody's gonna do
If we're all gonna die
Then there is no us, there is no me, there is no I
There is no you
I can still see your face when you'd ask me a question
And raise your eyebrow
Like when we were looking up at the stars
And you'd ask me what am I thinking about right now
You wanted to change the world
But you never wanted to change yourself
You just wanted to give me a hug every time you hurt me
Lust is a sexually transmitted disease and love is herpes
Keep lighting up your cigarettes
And I'll keep this fire lit in my eyes
Cause it's hard for hate to go cold turkey
Every night I look up at the stars
Close my eyes and cringe
Only to open them up and see you off in the distance
Still holding that same fucken syringe
Wake me up when it's over
Give me a kiss on the cheek and hold my hand
Fly with me to the milky way
Where our thoughts can stay sober
And everything can unfold as planned
I find it kind of funny and I find it kind of sad
That the dreams in which I'm dying
Are the best I've ever had