They ask about my dreams
And I tell tall tales
About conquering the world
And rescuing the burned
And painting a new day
For the ones found astray
But it\'s all a big lie
A facade to mask the truth
The real dream for me
Is getting over you
When I close my eyes, here\'s what I see
I imagine a spring dawn draped in dew
My bed is warm and my eyes flutter open
The hole in my chest is just a faded scar
And my once aching soul is light and floating
And my mind searches for you but you\'re so, so far
And I smile, with light gracing my eyes
And tears don\'t flow, they don\'t even start
My fingertips have nothing to dry
And when I look in the mirror, I see a work of art
And when I sit down to write
Stories course my veins
New tales flood my sight
And they don\'t spell your name
These are my dreams
No fortune or fame
Just well stitched seams
That keep me here, and keep me safe
I dream of waking up, and feeling brand new
I dream of waking up, and getting over you