Dream King

Last night while I was lying in bed
I thought about how even his sweat stinks of honey
My mind delusioned by lack of sleep
When my hand hit my skin
I couldn't tell the difference
See he's a part of me
I smiled today
First time in the week
I could feel his fingers poking the corners of my lips
Telling me....it's okay Sarah...you can smile
The world's not really going to end
Everything tingled and popped when he spoke
I'm a fucked up battery right now
You ask ...who is this great guy?
He's my dream king
They don't make that model anymore
He's in my head
And when I lie awake
He plays with my hair
Twines it this way and that
Tugs it to remind me he's there
My guy's got a voice like Robert Smith
And knows all the lyrics by heart
When my eyes close to sleep
He whispers the same Cure lyric
"Sometimes I dream...while all the other people dance."