c/o Conor

I'm talking in my sleep
To the people who love me
And If I wake up tomorrow
Tell me what I said

The girl I love isn't real
I wonder if she's in the mirror
Waiting there when I am gone
I wonder if she hears this song

Maybe when I grow up
She will treat me like I'm real
Maybe she will care
about how I really feel

I'm laying out in the snow
She wispers in my ear
Isn't it really cold?
Now she knows, I'm warm

The drink she could not tear from me
So she packed and moved away from me
So I'll cry at night, but don't worry
I will be out of sight, I won't bother you

I will write a song in a minor key
I really have no clue what it will be
But I hope you're listening
Cause this one's for you

I've been digging the mirror out of my hands
And I've been plugging my ears
So I don't hear your burning voice
I know I made the wrong choice

The doctor tells me to take my pill
But if I do I will lose my will
And I'll tear pages off of calanders
I'll turn into a philanderer

I can see a dirty hospital
from the gutter where I sleep
and I see the dying people
As they're trying to eat

There's a choir of children singing
They are singing to the dead
and as they harmonize
They wonder what they said

I see it blaring on a t.v. screen
between the wars and death
another ad is telling me
that I should buy the best
A bearded man comes on
and he chants his firm belief:
put your guilt against a crucifix
and weigh them on a scale
Another flash says you better kill yourself
if you can't be happy now

They'll shoot the president
because they can't kill God
And they'll steal from their neighbor
If they can't break through the sod