Nightmares, Cookies and Coca Cola
Holy shit, what a dream
And I sit here drinking coke and eating chocolate chip cookies
The crumbs all over my shirtfront and on the sheets
I like sitting in the middle of the bed when I eat
Then noone can grab my legs from under it
You know, when they dangle over the sides
How is it possible I could be murdered
Time and time again in every single dream I have?
Peh, it sucks! truly it does, to see your own death
Over and over and over
I hate funerals
Won't go to them
The cookies are hard, damnit and I like the soft ones
The coke is flat 'cause it was sitting on the dresser all night
But right now they are my best friends
The sweetness of the chocolate dims the memory of the blood
And the coke well… it washes away the music
Ghastly music for funerals
So depressing
I wanted blaring horns and whistles
Like a cop stopping traffic, by God
It should mean somthing when you go
Shouldnt it?
Welp, all the cookies are gone and the crumbs are looking at me
I like to flick at them and see how far they'll fly
Looking out the window, I smile seeing the sunlight coming
Oh goody no more dreams
So I laze in the crumbs and run my hair over my face
Drift back to sleep
So slowly
As the sun beats on me through the panes