Fantasy 2

If I make some sense of it I might get real tense and shit I'm talking to myself Starting my own hell Ouch The fire burns The only world that turns The heaven I once knew Turning back to only You You make it hard to breathe Only you You are my fantasy We're by the Oceanside Plastic formaldehyde Is washing by your toes Everybody knows That by the end of it We might make some sense it The ignorance of bliss The future fission splits and You You make it hard to breathe Only you You are my fantasy You You make it hard to breathe