I have created this thing in my head.
Sometimes I wonder if it could be true.
I have created this thing in my head.
Sometimes I wonder if it could be close enough to you.
In the wake of your dripping, I am caught in your sighs, I am washed down your sleeve, down you heart in my mind. The shadow of you sleeping I am watching you breathe. I am choking on air on the closeness you leave in my mind. In my mind.
I have created this thing in my head.
Sometimes I wonder if it could be true.
I have created this thing in my head.
Sometimes I wonder if it could be close enough to you.
In the wake of your dripping, when we lose what we dream, the silence still pounds through the ears of your screams. And the sound of you slipping, I am driving away, through the fog of my loss and the sound of you saying, what you mean, what you mean.
I have created this thing in my head.
Sometimes I wonder if it could be true.
I have created this thing in my head.
Sometimes I wonder if it could be close enough to you.
In the wake of your dripping, I am the happiest clown. I am covered in paint, colored in upside down. I am chained, I am taped, with my collar in place and the needles and nurses and righteousness placed upside down.
I have created this thing in my head.
Sometimes I wonder if it could be true.
I have created this thing in my head.
Sometimes I wonder if it could be close enough to you
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Lyrics submitted by Ginger.