A Step To Late
And Maybe For Us
Not Even a Push will do
You've haunted my dreams
I know you're real
The perfect one
The one that feels unreal
Like a ghost you haunt
Everything I do
You make me feel self-consious
Like an animal in a zoo
If I could let you go
That would be grand
But right now
I need to get my head out of the sand
To face this reality around me
I need tools
A knife to cut this bond
A mic to give me the power of song
To barf up my feelings
To a gawking world
A can of perfume
To hide the smell of imperfections
And a dream catcher
To get you out of my little head
Now the dreams are chased out
Like a pack of wolves
Running from hunters
That want the pelt of a life
To make them feel whole
I now realize
That I'm me
That I can live my life
Happy and free
All I need is a little piece of you
Because it's afully lonely
Without a piece
Of you and your torment