The OverView - Dreaming lyrics

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The OverView - Dreaming lyrics

I'm dreaming... She was like Venus De Milo only with a better smile though Triple lip piercing lit the fuse that let my mind blow Bright red lips, j-jet black hair Holding her composure like she's really unaware That she's drawing all of my attention with her movements No matter how hard I look, I see no room for improvement Low slung jeans made my mind begin to wonder Revealing just enough form, man she's gonna take me under So what's my game plan? You know I really ain't got one Too many ships sailed past in the night, I'm yet to stop one I just float on by with the flotsam and jetsam But it's got to better than the pain of rejection It's the one thing in my life that I just keep repeating As I approach a pretty girl I feel my brain retreating Will I leave this situation with dignity and keeping? Or fall flat on my face like Buster Keaton But wait, there's one thing that might break the trend Out the corner of my eye I see a mutual friend I'm like "How's it going Ben, remember me from way back when? Well maybe we could talk and introduce me to your friend And maybe if you recommend me and maybe if she then befriends me Maybe I will meet a girl that understands and comprehends me Ahh, but maybe not. Maybe just, uh." I'm dreaming... Like Martin Luther King, I had a dream But mine involved you and a tub of whipped cream Wait I apologize. It ain't like me to be crude The was a momentary lapse, a little interlude It's just hard sometimes, making every line have meaning When I turn on the TV and see the gold chains gleaming Maybe I should buckle and spout commercial sh** But it's the fact that I don't that makes me Scroobius Pip So back to the story, now two months down the line The introduction went well and we shared all our time We'd opened up and even shared the deepest of truths She hadn't cried in weeks, I stopped looking for escape routes Then bang as expected cracks did appear And the kind of cracks that grow with paranoia and fear Was it the theories in my head or the fairies in my bed That made it scary when she said she sometimes wished she was dead Whatever it was, there seemed so little I could do I could help her, but in the end she'd have to help herself too Over time I stopped whispering sweet nothings in her ears And just watched them same glistening sweet nothings in her tears And the more I watched the more it confirmed my fears That even in dreams right and wrong is never clear I'm dreaming...

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