Am I being loved By under-estimating fools With a certain distaste For progression and the new Like the negative photograph You see when you close your eyes Slips away in a moment or two You don't get me, do you? I didn't really put myself out But I fulfilled my expectations Perhaps it didn't feel so grand Neither was it so convincing In dreams I've seen all of these things Now it seems as if I was awake And they were human beings Changing by the hour
While I stayed here all day Now there's just a few That makes any sense Of all these objects viewed Through the palm of my hand To leave this room Means going straight Out of fiction and into the great Sentimental truth Singing little clichés Though I am not in love Failing to define What I'm thinking of Dreaming that I speak of Things I cannot say Hiding in my pockets Well, all addictions are private anyway