This isn't true. This isn't right. This isn't love. This isn't life. This isn't real. This is a lie.

Everything is not yet lost.
See if you can find a tiger whose eyes are still alight.
He'll rekindle all the dreams that it took a lifetime to destroy.
Sometimes there's no poison like a dream.

I've been dreaming of sleep, and ape men with metal parts.
All the freaks gather round, and the crowd in your bedroom waits for a piece of your personal space.
It's all right if you feel afraid, plans in pieces, plans mislaid.
We've all been removed in one way or another.

I wonder if, discreetly, I should pour out through the keyhole, or evaporate completely.
I don’t want what's best for you; where would I be when you found it?
Love myself better than you. Know it's wrong, but what can I do?
Learn to pretend there's more than love that matters.