Bakesale

In my dreams I react as my true self And I learn humility Twisted moral planes As real as circumstance, each night I dance with primal urges Pornographic scenes That always start as they are ending In my dreams I walk with my true friends We discover

There is history in this place There are dragons to be chased And though I don't know who you are An easy flow and a strong, a strong heart And the charm in the way you hide Gently take my skull for a ride And I don't know who you are But I know what

Heart-broken and attractive A sad, sloppy mess Lookin' for approval And easily impressed Beware they say, but why would I listen? I need to know what I've been missing I'm no one you can trust All little-boy lonely with curious lust Confusion turns m

I'm not attractive today, I'm not a sight for sore eyes I'm not an Adam or Eve, I'm just a nervous young thing Hear my voice strain as I sing, my will won't bend and then break The crate will break and I'll fall, I couldn't help it at all I've got a