You think that I'm keeping in touch with you
You, being you, must know what it means
That I'm one of the quirks you collect with such pa**ion
I tell myself lies but can't help but believe
And by the way, how are your dreams? It's strange how I wasn't aware of this
I guess that it must have slipped my mind
There's an unmarked grave where I bury what scares me and until we met I was doing just fine
They dreams'll be over in time
In time, the nightmares will be a case history
Bankrupt of meaning and no longer mine
Like everything else that you find