Having A Bad Dream

I like a little pain

If it wasn't true

There'd be nothing that

I had kept from you

(Wonder whom I guess)

We might be alive

Think it only sane

I've seen them walking

When I was alone

I talked as much like you

As my words would allow

Like you showed me to

Touching in our sleep

Moving very slow

* in a daze

We ought to know

These words of mine

Can only start to climb

Those thoughts in my head

Break on and on

I'm having a bad dream

So it isn't true

Anybody else

Could have looked like you

Pull me by surprise

Laughing like you do

Looking in my eyes

Only passing...