In my dreams I am a lot more pleasant,
I can see for a million lifetimes and grow endlessly
With you I stare blankly and withdrawl
This mirror showing me my face seems so unfamiliar
but this moment is far from unusual
The ground sweeps and sways and I lay motionless
begging God to move me in any direction as long as I am moved.
In this second I fall asleep, drifting back into my dreams
Where I fly inches above the ground, and collect soda bottles filled with memories.
Back in my pharmacy I am looking for love in a bottle.
Which one of these will turn me on to stable
In every cyclinder do I get closer to you,
or am I letting go; drifting away into my chemical sea.
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