I had a dream about her the other night-
The one with the unforgettable smile, and a body I recall was out of sight
See, she fancied me for whatever the reason,
And for whatever reason I never treated her right.
She could have done a lot better, man.
Honestly, I don't remember a single day with her when I saw bad weather
And she might've gave me mono - 'kay, she probably did
But my feather's didn't ruffle, and the pills helped a little bit-

Yo, anyway, the dream.
It contained a lot of photos that I think were never actually taken
Regardless, it rehashed so many memories I doubt that I could wrangle
Any given day when I was awake and damn were they good to see.
A bit unfortunate for me,
Considering dreams, yeah, they don't last long at all.
Well, at least the good ones don't.
At least my good ones don't, at least my good one's don't...


Know that, now I know that that
Now I know know that, now I know that that, now I..


I ain't dream about this one for days
And glad that's the case
For you see, we've been moving at a dismal pace
So much so, it doesn't even feel like a chase
But just two raisin cakes that are drifting in space
And I gotta tell ya,
Tagging along is lousy
When the one you want to tag has judgment so cloudy
And yet, I'm cool as a cucumber with it
Last time that we did it, I was given a time limit!

(And)
That don't do much for esteem that you don't really have,
I gotta face it:
I've wasted my fair share of minutes and patience
Only to touch base on an inconsistent basis.
She was never mine, but I don't know if she knew
I was hers, up until she went and banged another dude
Now, maybe she didn't want it to be
And that could be the case, I just wish somebody could've informed me...


This verse shouldn't be such a chore
For it's not like I haven't ever been here before
Though, whatever it's worth, I can't seem to recall it being a breeze
Or a piece of cake. 'Kay?
You see, that isn't me
And it won't be. Can't be, 'cause -
Well, it could be, but the likelihood is little to none.
Understand man, when it began I wanted to tap-dance
And now I'm draggin' my feet and resorting to jazz plants

Oh my, how the sands have shifted
In my hands, whether or not the plan had twisted
In a tangent attached to the wind that's drifted
Even further out of reach than what I could've expected
Composure is kept, just the herd is getting dense,
Making all of 'em much harder to hold.
I've heard a lot of things, but one morsel that I was never told
Is the apple of your eye will eventually mold.

And I find it kind of strange
That the writer and advice-giver are one in the same, but now I...