in your dreams

In your dreams do I Stare at you? Did I Plant a seed which just Grew and grew when I Rot inside of your Empty mind like I'm Something old, like I've Had my time? When you Try to cut out the Mould in you, does my Face appear? Is it Dark and bruised? When I Breathe does condensation Coat your eyes? Does it Feel like tears or like Going blind? I feel like I'm stored away. Just one piece of your history. In your dreams I'm a Fantasy. I can't Make you forget or Regret me. Sometimes, I think I'm nothing more than You're mistake. I wish You could feel something. Just so you could hate me and I feel like I'm stored away. Just one piece of your history. So won't you Pull the plug, please let me Out of your dreams. You're tapping cigarette ash through the Bullet-hole inside my chest. Mocking as I battle versions Of you away from my friends. Every woman for each other, Every man for themselves. Pull the plug on me and let me Out of your dreams.