Conformity.
Collapse into a thought coma
And fall into line.
Conformity.
Collapse into a thought coma
And fall into line.
I want to reach you.
To fall into you
And collapse in fevered cries.
Revel in
The sight of you.
But I will never beg
Your hands
Touch me.
I will never beg your lips meet mine
Or you arms surround me.
Dreams will have to do.
I will not.
I will not.
I will dream.