it only seems to happen at three or four a.
m. some blurry half formed picture of some half forgotten
friend becomes clear but i can't hold it ti happens
in my dreams i can't remember what it was that meant
so much don't question speed of mutation even a rotten
creep can have moments sweet and pure i lay there something
missing what happened to that girl is she okay or is
she just a face in the crowd

why can't i think of what it was that mean so much
don't question speed of mutation why do i wake up feeling
that i've lost something big why do i try to hold on
to things that don't exist i keep on asking myself
what happened to that hirl they're moments that i make
up they're moments sweet and pure don't ever try to
find something you left behind don't ever try to make
a memory into something don't ever fool yourself it
always disappears don't ever kid yourself there's no
girl of your dreams don't question speed of mutation