Songs from the heart

in my dreams

Verse1:

I don't have a dream car
and life jokes get cruel
I ran out of fuel
while racing time

I've had a dream job
far from ecstatic
shrewd and pragmatic
or cowardly crime
no pressure for measure

but in my dreams there's a room
with a magical twist
I cease to exist
when I step inside
and I'm light as a feather

Chorus1:

and I don't
pretend that cold weather
is better
I don't hide behind winter clothes
play stranger to my flaws
just so you play along

maybe
it's because I grew up watching
movies
that romanticized sorrow
beautifully broken tomorrow
never came
and I stayed the same

Verse2:

and I have a dream home
there's a sea looking window
an old wooden piano
and a bedroom for one
and my mother hates it

but in my dreams there's a man
his heart is forgotten
he gets off to work and
never comes back
and my mother regrets it

Chorus2:

so I'll just
pretend isolation has always
been my first option and then
play stranger to the pain
just so you
join in

maybe
it's because I grew up hearing stories
about girls who knew better than share
every inch of themselves
and I feared the blame
so I stayed the same

Bridge:

no you can't justify
being addicted to misery
masochist junkie
always begging for more
to the books, to the songs,
to the fucked tv shows,
to the voices who said
"you're a prude, you're a whore"
are you scared of accidents
or the four wheels
that would show you how far
or how near you would go?
are you trapped behind glass
'cause time moved on without you
or threw the key to the sea
and then prayed it would drown?
do you dream of rooms
with magical twists
cause if you just don't exist
you won't let her down?

Outro:

but there's too much shame
so I'll stay the same
there's too much shame
I'll stay the same