Don't come around telling me you've had a dream
You wouldn't know dreams and they've never known you
The idea of you being dreamy is mad
A dream is a privilege you've never had.

Don't bang on my door shouting down the whole street
Wanting my body or something like that
You can drag yourself off to self finishing school
I don't think you'd know how to handle it all.

Don't ask me to lunch at your ivory tower
I've dined there before and the drinks were all stale
The food was all mouldy and well, to be frank
I won't be returning. It's rank, really rank.

Don't hug me or tell me you love me or stuff
I know there's no chance of you following through
You might as well say we'll be able to fly
I can in my dreams but you've none so don't try.

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Would you accept one of my slightly used dreams?
A dream I've been nurturing since we first met
It's grubby and worn but it works like its new
And focused entirely on wonderful you.