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Acid Dreams
My dreams are eroding my sense of self
Who am I? Where do I go from here?
I dream of a life that was mine, but not mine
It was my soul, but definitely not my body
And there was your soul, but not your body
Swimming in colors, tie dye galaxies
Swirling and embracing me tightly
Your hands, no... Their hands?
Are souls what make us... Us?
If it isn't why am I dreaming of a life
Where we had different bodies, different paths then this one
Where we loved against all the odds
Lava lamp summer, wine made in tubs
Trees all around, waterfall emotions
Where are your memories of this...
Why am I the only one blessed...no
Cursed with these vivid memories that aren't mine
Mine... Not mine, who cares I still have the visions
Us in a van by a river, your body covered in thin fabric
That fluttered in the wind, us getting high
How do I get back to the feeling of your hair
Wrapped, knotted around in my fingers
As we kiss the pain of sun burns away
I keep having these visions of our lives
And I keep mistaking souls for yours
How can I get back to when it was just us...
With lava lamp summers and tie dye galaxies
How do I get back to you...
I'm going insane from these acid dreams
Who am I? Where do I go from here?
I dream of a life that was mine, but not mine
It was my soul, but definitely not my body
And there was your soul, but not your body
Swimming in colors, tie dye galaxies
Swirling and embracing me tightly
Your hands, no... Their hands?
Are souls what make us... Us?
If it isn't why am I dreaming of a life
Where we had different bodies, different paths then this one
Where we loved against all the odds
Lava lamp summer, wine made in tubs
Trees all around, waterfall emotions
Where are your memories of this...
Why am I the only one blessed...no
Cursed with these vivid memories that aren't mine
Mine... Not mine, who cares I still have the visions
Us in a van by a river, your body covered in thin fabric
That fluttered in the wind, us getting high
How do I get back to the feeling of your hair
Wrapped, knotted around in my fingers
As we kiss the pain of sun burns away
I keep having these visions of our lives
And I keep mistaking souls for yours
How can I get back to when it was just us...
With lava lamp summers and tie dye galaxies
How do I get back to you...
I'm going insane from these acid dreams
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