I closed my eyes last night
just in time to hear my phone ring again.
And somehow I knew it was him,
and I knew better even then.
Yet here I am.
I woke up on the wrong side of morning,
the alarm forgot to ring.
And my dreams held off,
I already had enough of a fight
without thinking of one more thing.
And god I didn't think things would end this way.
I didn't think the nightmares would ever take his place.
And those worlds he helped me create,
they got erased in the light,
for it was their right to seek something better than I had to offer.
And so I sneak out the door
and I wonder what for.
What's the use in pretending I have any where else to be?
Damn those dreams that made me believe
I could ever be more than this simple flesh.
More than a weak toy at my best.
More than the whore with this bed as her nest.
And you never even knew I had come to rest.
