Dreaming - Scroobius Pip

She was like Venus De Milo only with a better smile though

Triple lip piercing lit the fuse that let my mind blow

Bright red lips, j-jet black hair

Holding her composure like she’s really unaware

That she’s drawing all of my attention with her movements

No matter how hard I look, I see no room for improvement

Low slung jeans made my mind begin to wonder

Revealing just enough form, man she’s gonna take me under

So what’s my game plan?

You know I really ain’t got one

Too many ships sailed past in the night, I’m yet to stop one

I just float on by with the flotsam and jetsam

But it’s got to better than the pain of rejection

It’s the one thing in my life that I just keep repeating

As I approach a pretty girl I feel my brain retreating

Will I leave this situation with dignity and keeping?

Or fall flat on my face like Buster Keaton

But wait, there’s one thing that might break the trend

Out the corner of my eye I see a mutual friend

I’m like «How's it going Ben, remember me from way back when?

Well maybe we could talk and introduce me to your friend

And maybe if you recommend me and maybe if she then befriends me

Maybe I will meet a girl that understands and comprehends me

Ahh, but maybe not.

Maybe just, uh.»

I’m dreaming…

Like Martin Luther King, I had a dream

But mine involved you and a tub of whipped cream

Wait I apologize.

It ain’t like me to be crude

The was a momentary lapse, a little interlude

It’s just hard sometimes, making every line have meaning

When I turn on the TV and see the gold chains gleaming

Maybe I should buckle and spout commercial shit

But it’s the fact that I don’t that makes me Scroobius Pip

So back to the story, now two months down the line

The introduction went well and we shared all our time

We’d opened up and even shared the deepest of truths

She hadn’t cried in weeks, I stopped looking for escape routes

Then bang as expected cracks did appear

And the kind of cracks that grow with paranoia and fear

Was it the theories in my head or the fairies in my bed

That made it scary when she said she sometimes wished she was dead

Whatever it was, there seemed so little I could do

I could help her, but in the end she’d have to help herself too

Over time I stopped whispering sweet nothings in her ears

And just watched them same glistening sweet nothings in her tears

And the more I watched the more it confirmed my fears

That even in dreams right and wrong is never clear

I’m dreaming…