She takes photographs in her dreams and hangs them in my head and screams till I wake up
The flash it burns right through my eyelids and scares me straight like lightning to a little kid
Then ripped violently off of my bed with twisted sheets that trap parts of me I tried to shed
While I'm still deep inside my sleep I hear her frantic fingers dial the dream police as they take me away

And at the station I hear my rights
And asked to stay overnight
While they search my mind
Criminal record of another life I lead
With no identity
Was i suppose to ask why you never catch me
Why i always get off clean

It's not because I'm smart
You just shouldn't've left your heart in charge of everything
I'm never going to lose I already know your moves
I planned them out for you
And half awake in this sunrise I've never been more pleasantly surprised

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