In the John
Goin' down the drain
I should've known
that it would stick
to me always
That haunted name
I just wanted
to be good to her
I had told myself
Not to fall into shadows
of hurt and pain
So I laid down beside her
All steamy fresh'n' hot
But the dreams didn't stop
And on display we have only
selfishness and rage
I was hoping
for her eyes to smile for me
brighter than the freakin' stars
I know so well
that they're able
Three seems the number of anger
And made me invisible
While riding this
deserted storm
The dreams came for her
again
While my feeling were crying
"Disorder"
She crept closer
Paralyzed by now
I have yet to learn
short circuit
While my feelings
overload
As dreams took her from me
No one came for my
Emotional rescue
Something I can't cope with
myself
A bitter thank you
blossomed in my mind
I want the demons inside
Emotional algebra is the trickiest
form of math
There's just to many dreams
involved
Sweet dreams
Slammin' those doors
sealing them tight