hello I've staggered in the face
of a crippling disgrace
how dare I ever even have another flying dream
and I cannot believe how badly I want to protect her
but as fiction she won't need it and it'd only be for me
so I hide behind her shadow because the feeling still is real

and I long to ride with you by my side
a duo with matching familiars
paired named swords tight in our hands
fighting evil together and we'll never be alone
and as one we beat this self affliction
though you're a construct the morning killed
and it's all only half half-hearted
because to lie is too intense
but I'm not over it

and somehow I want to fuck things that are not human
that have transcended human form
you might think that means I have become a bit less human
for it seems I fought against nature and won

I've seen real-life re-creations and they just are not the same
somehow the fakeness is part of the appeal
and the fiction can never be divorced from the ideal
but there's no evidence that we endured
I lost another one last night
if either one of us closes our eyes
we'd better not close them too tightly
we're dedicated to what's kept inside

in a world where everything is as I will it to be
I forge a past and let the future form as it suits me
but sometimes even I eat just as the masses do
so come in to a dream come true
no one told me I'd be forever coming home hungry
and I haven't had a flying dream in far too many years
it all adds up to the things I want to do to you

I saw her in a picture and that's all she'll ever be
a drawing trapped but given voice and longing to be free
I nurture her as I see fit and that's all I'll ever see
you're the lie that undermines the boredom
thank you god for this fiction key
I thank you god for fixing me

these constructed mannerisms
that seem designed to drive me wild
if I say she's meant for me
she's meant for me
and what is touch truly but a way
to connect two minds through their bodies
but this time both minds
already exist inside my head

so bless me Author for I have sinned
and have begun to doubt your story
I keep living in it
when will it love me back
I concentrate until I hit the wall
and I fall back alive or broken
I am still here

please keep making people like this
for me to feel this way about
I don't care if I have to share them
we're here to conspire against tyrannies of truth

and Ascension has no draw for me
or not the kind you read about
I'm safe in my fake love underworld
so why should I want out
but I really want a spirit
because I want to hold yours
and I want these things to turn out true
I want to live in that world with you

my hope is this all sounds so personal that you think I'm calling out
that I'm going hunting with a song no one will hear
I'll try it if you think that you truly can compete
but you're up against all the perfection in the world

your calling called
but all they said
was they want your being back
but I'm still lost without your angular beauty
I had a dream that I could sing out of both sides of my mouth
and I could be both of us at once
so when you hear only one pair of notes
it was then that my song carried you
your song carried me

and I'm not jealous of the beauty
just those who can stand near it
but a purer adorer you'll never find
how can you stand this real schizosex
so it's a match made in what we all made of heaven
a lucid companion who invents solutions as you invent your fears

a strong love song is no love song at all
so when you stay strong you stay wrong
a weakness for fiction is no weakness at all
if you're not addicted to something
then please stop talking to me

the force around the soul now forms the strongest natural lens
bent waves of feeling guide us to pursue our petty end
please don't tell me the enemy is within for that's where I keep my friends
I am a stranger but a stranger who has stopped waiting to know you

if I say this isn't therapy you'd better not believe it
something impossible has only happened once
when the universe created itself and used up all unlikeliness in an instant
as I take an abstraction to heart
as I take this distraction too far
as I take her retraction too hard

and so now I find I love things that are not human
I long to transcend human form
because when I have become a bit less human
I will have fought against sadness and won

and to you who are here
who are stuck in this plane
if I told you of dark elf allure
would you please then think less of me
if I told you of the perfect looks
of the perfect love in storybooks
what could we do but hate all things forever
in unavoidable comparison

so kill me with magic
kiss me in my flying dream
defining motion with still eyes and this racing heart
please don't think that I am trying
to devalue what you give
we need an end so that we can understand the now
for if our love's undying
did it ever really live
but can you get any more romantic
than to stop me from wishing I was dead
or any more intimate
than living in my head