every dream i’ve ever had of me

its all been said, its all been said
we all bleed in red, nothing new ‘neath this old moon
we’ll all play dead, we’ll all play dead
we’ve read all the red and tonight we still feel doomed

give me everything that your not
i’ll give you everything that’s left when I am through
im trying to integrate all i’ve got
and all i’ve got left is love and hate for you and you

conventional and sensual, you are
everything I ever thought i was thinking that i knew
provisional, incisional, u cut m e in two
i was thinking if your thinking of me, its the least u could do

come back, come back & leave me be
you’ve been haunting every dream i’ve ever had of me
i don’t want your yellow hill or apron strings
just the one on whom the sun shines when she’s next to me

~wwb