The Dreams Our Stuff Is Made Of

And I really don't know
 If I'm coming or going
 Every cycle is central and always so mental
 Around me, around the whole world
 And I'm wasted all the time
 It seems like a good thing to do
 The stress of living and the stress of forgiving
 Is too much for me, how 'bout you? Yeah
 Well, I've noticed that you never smile
 While my face is always a grin
 You know I'm not a creature of having double features
 So come on, baby, just let me in
 Yeah, well, I'm wanted for several bad crimes
 In places I have never been
 But they're after me still so I probably will
 Have to find a hole to hide in, alright boys
 And I'm walking through walls
 I'm not taking no calls
 These are the dreams our stuff is made of
 These are the dreams our stuff is made of
 Stuff is made of
 So go write what you want
 And say what you like, I don't care
 'Cause everything is staying and no one is praying
 It's all just a lot of hot air, yeah
 And I'm walking through walls
 I'm not taking no calls
 These are the dreams our stuff is made of
 These are the dreams our stuff is made of
 These are the dreams our stuff is made of
 These are the dreams our stuff is made of
 These are the dreams
 These are the dreams
 These are the dreams
 These are the dreams
 These are the dreams
 These are the dreams