i wish i could wipe these dreams from my eyes
that's all i have and i'm taking it with me.
i had no idea my imagination could tell me lies.
i'm right back, where i've really always been
it's like running from the truth on thin ice
I am more than I know myself to be. I would rather sit on a pumpkin, and have it all to myself, than be crowded on a velvet cushion
