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Sometimes i dream i'm dead so i could hold you again,
if i moved to a castle i made in the sky, what then?
something could make you want me more than a phony friend,
must not have it since the silence speaks of the end,

could be my last shot still i'm just going to be me,
and if you become emotionally available, guess what i'll be free,
if you open up shop i'll pay for any fee,
yet sadness is something a non psychic could foresee,

and quite possibly it was something i said,
cause i know for a fact it had nothing to do with my bed,
i wish i knew why i waste my time with you in my head,
maybe then i could take this and wake from the dead,

i'm so confused i must be dreaming this can't be right,
wasted a whole day over thinking a call at night,
i could take it if i just knew why you feel so right,
something new is to both of us a fright.