You're dragging me out of bed and
I swear I'm not lazy, it's just easier to be
happier in a dream, ain't any consequences
and the sky is painted cotton candy blue and
pink, even at midday, ain't no longing in a
dream, no hunger in the pit of my stomach for
lemons and tomatoes, and I don't regret a
thing
And the world is cold and gray again, I'm
forgetting the colors it used to feel, painted blue
then painted yellow, turning to gray-brown slush
weighing on my chest like a cloud of smoke in my
asthmatic lungs, but in my dreams,
blue and yellow make green and
In my dreams,
I do everything right