“Roll Your Dream”
I don’t mind if I’m as crazy as you seem to be.
I guess I’m lucky when you spat on me.
I should be dead by now.
just a dream..
Life’s a dream..
Nothing but a dream.

I blow smoke out into the air.
Clean the cobwebs between my ears.
Whisper sweet nothings into your ears.
Nothing’s there.
Nothing’s there.

I like the paintings the Dada-ists didn’t do.
Outlines in black,
the way Picasso used it as a crutch like those
who do drugs do.
Yeah, but it is nothing but a dream,
was a dream.

Blow smoke out into the air.
Clean the cobwebs out of my ears.
I don’t care.
Yeah, another dream.
Nothing.

I’m as crazy as you seem to be,
but I’m lucky it was just a dream.