Dreams

She’s half naked
Lying on my bed
Black mascara
And a black corset
She whispers softly
She leans in close
I wake up hard
She was a ghost

Dreams, they can make you cry
Dreams, make you want to die
Dreams, they’re a loaded gun
At least they can make you cum

I can see her body
Rise and fall
I see our picture
Hanging on the wall
Another memory
From another year
I turn to hold her
And she disappears

Dreams, they can make you cry
Dreams, make you want to die
Dreams, they’re a loaded gun
At least they can make you cum

I can’t bare to close my eyes
Cause I get sad, and down
Like a circus clown
But I get turned on
At the same time

Dreams, they can make you cry
Dreams, make you want to die
Dreams, they’re a loaded gun
At least they can make you cum

~ Written by Dan Baker

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