Dreams I used to have I don’t dream no more Bury my body off the Atlantic shore Tie a stone around my neck and throw me overboard Cut me in half with a medieval sword Unplug me from life as if I am a cord Put me in the ring with a bull so I get gored Stuff me in a barrel where oils stored Maybe then I ll be adored I used to have dreams Dreams you were in. I thought you wanted want to be part of that wasn’t very smart of me. I had things on my mind. I thought you were the kind that would be in the things with me. The things I couldn’t see, but which happened to be part of me I had dreams and I had time. Seems both of those I’ve slipped my mind. You’ve cut off my legs now I’m an amputee always pointing out. What’s wrong with me something new every day is there any possible way? I guess what I’m trying to say is that I had dreams that you were a part of and now I’m seeing that wasn’t very smart of me How’d I get so hard up Love looks so easy in the movies Guys lines go down like smoothies Real life takes roofies get em feeling boozy Maybe a little woozy damn they’re just so choosy I used to dream but I can’t no more Shoulda kicked your ass right out the door Matthew 5 says I can’t unless you’re a whore Sure as shit you ain’t doin it with me no more Using me instead to mop your floor Psycho rollercoaster ride how you even the score You’re a shipwreck on the Atlantic shore Cold hard and violent to your core Whoa I used to have dreams but I don’t dream no more Things I thought about the future I don’t think no more Surviving every day and looking towards tomorrow Only bringing sorrow Beg steal and borrow For a hiatus from tomorrow Sprout wings and turn into a swallow Fly away to a place with no rules to follow Too close to the sun I need aloe I m hollow Dreams I used to have I don’t dream no more Bury my body off the Atlantic shore Tie a stone around my neck and throw me overboard Cut me in half with a medieval sword Unplug me from life as if I am a cord Put me in the ring with a bull so I get gored Stuff me in a barrel where oils stored Maybe then I ll be adored Hear my words oh lord Absolutely nothing that I look toward Guess I’m back to the drawing board I don’t dream No I don’t dream no more
