i’ve got dreams that ache like honeycomb
i’ve got a heart that’s in too deep
standing in the ocean, water up to my knees
trying to find my direction
trying to get out of this, god, please
i’ve got dreams like pressed flowers
staining book pages, crumbling in my palms
i’ve got dreams that feel more like curses
like i’m tantalus, sitting in my fucking pond
i’ll stare up at the fruit trees, i’ll lust after the water
and the second i reach, it’s gone
i’ll self-sabotage, bury my head in the sand
just trying to do what’s right
i guess i’ll just make a future out of sailcloth, and forget
to sew over my pins
i guess i’ll smile, and nod, forever be in flux
i’ll change faces like the moon, and i’ll hide behind the sun
‘cause i’ve got dreams like birthday balloons
sagging plastic on the floor
i’ve got dreams that ache like open sores
stubborn scars across my palm
a memory of idealism, long since fucking gone
i’ve got dreams that taste like lavender
and go down like wildfire smoke
dreams like steamed milk lullabies
curdled to the touch
i’ve got dreams so bright they’re blinding
i’m standing barefoot in the rain
and looking up at the sky, hanging to raindrops by fraying lines of thread
it’s not much
but i don’t let go just yet