check the clock
and see if my time is up.
slide through the restraints
and welcome devilish thoughts like saints
there i go again
ignoring the signs that told me not to continue
a mistaken sexual substitute
'til my clouded mind came to
dont ask me how i feel and everything will be alright
it's too bad i have to retract my words from that night.
if tears were bottled, id drink them too
then id set you on fire to watch it burn through the
crooked panes and telephone wire
love is such a filthy word and you know i've conspired
a few women and a few drugs before
but nothing's had me bent running to the front door
like you
who wouldnt trade a woman for a dream?
not me 'cause i know
how girls like her intoxicate me
who wouldnt trade a woman for a dream?
not me
not me
yes i would but,
now im cracked. from the toes up
and the words i swallowed wont settle
make me throw up.
i'll blame that instead of our tasteless waltz
dodging 4 a.m. phone calls.
lying to myself between the bathroom walls
like you had no scars your skin was so perfect
but whats the night without the stars?
whats a night without the stars to worship?
more than a feminine conquest,
onto the next request
for my ears to focus i confess you were the best
but now i must lay these thoughts to rest.
but what hurts only makes us stronger.
and that's why i couldnt stay to hold you longer.
and if anyone knows by now
your mouth
my heart gets stoned every time the light's out.
who wouldnt trade a woman for a dream?
not me 'cause i know
how girls like her intoxicate me
who wouldnt trade a woman for a dream?
not me
not me
but trade, take you
and these wrinkled clothes
comprable to hers
things have become less of a romantic verse
and more of a narrative that i use to curse women
in her position
dont look at me like that
it's not my fault you dont know how to relax
without theives in your bloodstream.
so silently,
your eyes scream for one more.
so quietly,
my legs confront the floorboards.
but with you things dont float as easily.
and now i know why i loathe twilight gravity.
seriously, i would take it all back except
our silver screen kiss
holding hands? no thanks, my palms are wet.
and finally, my mind is set
it's only as authentic as it is relative.
who wouldnt trade a woman for a dream?
not me 'cause i know
how girls like her intoxicate me
who wouldnt trade a woman for a dream?
not me
yes you would
not me
yes you would