I won't be your dream... your fantasy
your burning candelabra.
No songs hold still, no words whisper
only silent, creeping ghosts
Allow me to be your fantasy and I will
please your eyes, but allow my
dreams and I will rise above the sky.
Give me my dreams my only recogni-
-tion oh my incognito charm.
Forget the poison that stung my
lips and made you close your eyelids.
Teach me more than caffiene
tuxedos, give me something more than
a lifeless gaze my love recognize me
my love my darline bless me with
the curse of what ought to be. Feed me
mouth to mouth with promises to turn a
pale face scarlet; remind me of who
i used to be before lunar moons existed.
don't cheat a blind man of his surroun-
-dings; don't make a young child
scream in despair. Unacquitted! simply fit a
grown woman into the mold and there it is,
shaking, stand before you.
