You are invading my dreams;
my mind is bursting at the seams;
these realities have clashed,
burning coherence to ash.
does my heart beat out of time?
Why is this sweet dream as sour as a lime?
You are the girl inside my head;
my mind is holding by a thread.
The sweetest cancer of the brain
is now inside my mind.
do the drums play loud for you?
Why can't I know if you think of me too?