Myth Of Lasting Sympathy

Someone cool gave me my dreams last night

i barely stood before a darkened closet bearing skin and soul before its unseen thoughts

you will never be the creature you were when you were younger it whispered

we get disconnected from our childhood

we tell our stories like we read them in a book but had not lived them

i dont remember much from them but i do remember what a closet becomes when the lights go off

and i know the many things that fill it up

when we used to have dreams like this we call them nightmares

we ran barefoot through the halls of our house and climbed to our parents sheets like they were the only real things left in the world

and my mother she would save us; you and I

she would lead us hand and hand through the hallway and make us feel silly for (cant make out)

and im here now, barely standing in a land of dreams before it

and i see it

i see myself as a child sitting inside

scared, crying.

you have every reason

if all we grow up through song and story learning that love is everything in this world

and that we will believe it and want it more than any single thing

i know that when we have it we will destroy it

and that when we grow up you and i we cheat

that we find the girl and that we lose her beause we learn to love ourselves much more

than the friends that we make will drift away one we leach them dry

that the mother would turn our dark and scary hallways into backways to her bedroom

will call us and miss us and love us and we will stay hidden

then really we will be cool

and the stories we were told to us before we fall asleep

the heroes are ideals that never did reach

and the villans are absolutely ordinary

and we are absolutely ordinary

and you stare back at me through the closet and into the world that i never really changed and ask me the only you want to know

when we grow up do we still get scared when the lights go out.