A Wet Nightmare

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