SOUR DREAM
You've broken the myth of Redemption
Broken the hymen of Truth
Think that a life of pretension
Can substitute Beauty and Youth
Utopia begs to differ
But her begging bowl is bare
You hand out plastic roses
To brighten up her hair
Jaded by deception, hardened by remorse,
Everyone makes an exception,
Except for you, of course
Silver on your fingers
Silver in your hair
But how can you buy affection
With only a fist full of air
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Lapping up your laughter
You used to be my cream
Now my happy-ever-after
Has become a sour dream
You travelled all over my patience
But tell me, what did you learn?
The only thing you're counting on
Is how many heads you will turn
In with the in-crowd of losers
You know what to wear, where to go
Even your love is a fashion
Here today
Gone tomorrow
sour dream