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