Wickedly Small Hands

I think I saw you in my sleep darling I think I saw you in my dreams A special gleam in your eye We were using art to generate A.I. You laughed in a hopeful way as it all went awry I had pocket lines on my hands and my face was shocked Like pikachu then I glanced over at the clock Eighty six past twenty five, how great! Now it's time to be served the rubber pirate on a plate Surprise my waiter is Marc Murphy in the flesh With a platter but my attention is on his vest With the Shaman King embroidery detail how cool Claimed it was made at Alta Vista Elementary School That's weird I thought it turned charter But then Trader Joe himself appears ready to barter I'm slinging songs for veggie snacks but you signal relax How preciously possessive you get over my tracks It's chill, I can always make some more Is what I try to say but it comes out like a snore I think I saw you in my sleep, lover I know I charged you with grand theft of blanket covers Another adjustment to my sleep topped bonnet Yearning to switch to the chicken suit in the closet