If I’m a dream

I told you to do what you wanted to do.

I always knew you would,

But I hoped you would want me.

Now I know you do,

But you want new york more.

I want to haunt you,

But new york will haunt you better.

I can’t follow you if I’m real.

I’m not a dream,

Though I sometimes wish I was.

You’ll leave me in the slumber of a sonnet

Tucked in beneath the leaves.

I’ll get a good night’s sleep

And you’ll wake up wide awake,

baby I won’t be there.

I want to haunt you,

But new york will haunt you better.

I can’t follow you if I’m real.

I’m not a dream,

Though I sometimes wish I was.

I can’t tell you to water my garden with tears.

You took my head and always did have my heart,

But what good is it when you think I’m a dream?

Only a dream can haunt you,

I’m too real for you.

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