Teenage Jesus and the Jerks
I Woke Up Dreaming
My eyes are gript, my fists are clenchedMy brain is open, my mouth ripsI woke up dreaming, you are my visionI want to touch you my fingers quiverAcross the roomUnder the coversUnder the blanketYou're my wound, my wrists are splitMy elbows twisted, my shoulders bentMy knees arthriticI woke up bleeding, you are my razorI want to touch you, my fingers quiverAcross the windowUnder the curtainBreak the glassFeel the painMy guts in knots, I convulseI fall on the floor, I search for a pulseI woke up heaving, you are submissionI want to touch you, my fingers shiverAcross the streetUnder the pavementOpen the concreteYou're the heat
From Letras Mania