Daydream

So used to the weather the cold just brushes over, both of my shoulders
I wonder what you got up in that holster...
A brand new nightmare every time I sleep,
I wish I could find a way to sell these...
not much of writer as you can see,
I can only describe her in my dreams.
Workin' overtime just to keep you guessing,
relax,
I'll be there soon, just you enjoy yourself,
I'm your falling sky, your dripping moon.
Enjoy my experiment while I'm gone,
that merciless fix; the puppet master of this circus.
A low cut neck and sleeves full of tricks. Dangling on the tip of her finger, I'm just not strong enough to stick,
God can catch me, but the devil has a softer grip.
I wish to God that Id wake up, so I wake up screaming,
I haven't slept or made a sound,
caught daydreaming...