https://soundcloud.com/dreemy/in-wyoming-or-in-the-sun

it’s nice that you do the things you do for me 

it’s nice that you listen to what I say 

when tomorrow breaks I’ll be true to you 

when it’s broken I’m gonna stay 

I had the dream again I failed the test 

the one where I lose all my teeth 

all my fears they are so circular 

if it’s bad it’ll happen to me 

it’ll happen to me 

when we’re done with school will we build a home? 

in Wyoming or in the sun 

made of windows so we can see the light 

it’s been so long I thought it gone 

if you’ll have me can I stay the night? 

if you’d have me I’d be fine 

I’ve lost my words to condemn this life 

in you I’ve found something that is mine 

https://soundcloud.com/dreemy

  pretty woman walking down the street

pretty woman the kind I'd like to meet 

oh pretty woman, pretty woman 

you were born when I learned to drive 

now you're naked and I've taught you to writhe 

pretty woman, no you're just a girl 

little baby, I like your short skirt 

pretty woman 

oh pretty woman  oh pretty thing 

your legs are lightning splitting side the tide

please don't spite me, I just wanna get you high, pretty woman 

pretty woman 

   

I don't believe you, you aren't the truth 

nothing could look as good as you

do you like it, when I say 17? 

your bed's like fire so i couldn't help but sleep

pick me up, outside my parent's house 

don't come inside, my street is quiet now 

you'll touch my knee because we're nowhere here 

I'll close my eyes just to make it clear 

there's no one home because the light is gone 

Im empty here, a place to be unknown 

I'm wide awake, you'll have to sleep alone 

such hollow faith (but) I'm too young to grow 

pretty woman, breathless and drowned

for a moment, but now more lost than found (stay on f) 

pretty woman, let me comb your hair 

stand before me, in nothin but your underwear 

take a picture, one where you touch yourself 

I'll know you're mine not for anyone else 

oh pretty woman, pretty woman, pretty girl 

pretty woman, pretty woman 

you look lovely as can be

Are you lonely just like me

https://soundcloud.com/dreemy/soiled

he speaks like words are  a foreign tongue 

as if he made up his mind too young 

and when he’s dancing he’s also gone 

to fetch what’s missing in the song 

oh anxious dreamer what did I say 

to keep your sullen eyes at bay?

your buoy set above the storm 

what tempest rose to leave you torn? 

and had I the heart to say, 

as wishes wander I’ll start to pray, 

for the thing that’s raging in your bones 

a collapsing cage for your small town throne 

here’s ridicule with her soiled robes 

lively burden at a sold out show 

where you stand on stage and recite the lines 

nothing’s changing but everything’s fine 

like idle hands which begin to fray 

you’re always leaving in the same way 

how high above me can you stand?

before you reach the promise land 

we were there when they let it fall

over the speakers at the shopping mall 

brought it down so you could go

the only place you’ve ever known 

where we try and make it right 

but we vacation here just for the night 

maybe baby you’ll make it work

we don’t trap what makes us home 

just a garbage can we caught on loan

at a lonely museum in a shopping mall

we were there when they let it fall

brought it down so you could go

the only place you’ve ever known 

where we try and make it right 

but we vacation here just for the night 

https://soundcloud.com/dreemy/monday-04-29-pm

A Woman Is A Woman

And A Man Is A Man

But We Both Have Hands 

To Hold And To Choke

What Will Not Love Us Back

Well That Was The Plan 

A Woman Is A Woman

But She Was Once Made From Him

A Little Bone He Could Do Without

Carved With The Precision Of A Voodoo Limb 

With A Nose And Eyes And Breasts

To Love And To Do Without.

To Do Without

A Woman Is A Woman

And A Man Is A Man

And They Dream Of Similar Things 

Of Houses And Cigarettes,

Of Sex And Blank-Faced Babies

Of Cars And Wedding Rings

A Man Is A Man

Who Dreads The Morning Crust

In The Corners Of Her Eyes

Who Greets The Morning Carelessly 

And Starts To Rearrange 

All Her Things He’d Come To Despise 

And Her Hollow Breath Caressing "Good Morning"

Like A Bellow From Her Thighs 

A Woman Is A Woman

And A Man Is A Man

Who Knows He’s Never Wrong 

And A Woman Is A Woman

Who Knows She’s Without Hope

Woe For A Place That She Might Long 

And If There Were A Savior 

Some Humbled In Between 

Then I Might Get Away 

From The Places I Have Rotted 

By Trying To Stay Clean 

Unsex Me I Might Pray 

I’m Just Waiting For The Day,

For Heartache Is My Terror 

And Lonesome Is My Plan 

Where We Will Share This Cigarette 

And Struggle To Be Brave

Knowing A Man Is A Man

Is A Man 

https://soundcloud.com/dreemy/tuesday-07-06-pm

I often feel grief      Like an eighth and final continent    An island set to tropical time.

It is a place held away from self,    With short and brittle correspondence    Of letters in jars    on another man’s dime 

 they speak another language here    and unfamiliar farce of words      soft like (my) beds     it’s a bitter dance of syllables      spoken slow and steady like a dirge is read 

My Idling archipelago    Rambles like a train of mismatched Thoughts,    Only ever in halves     for wholes this place      has only lost 

I feel it like a dragging and a pulling     farther and farther down      and when I lie awake at night        sometimes I think that I’ll never come round 

and when it’s grief surrounding me it’s oh so faint     like god twiddling his thumbs      the witching hour supposedly has come too late           for any damage to be done 

and though I have loved you as a thief          I’ll tell you love like this is only sold        and you cannot fend off the grief          it’s drained me of my grace and made me full 

https://soundcloud.com/dreemy/ambien

somewhere between dim witted and sleeping 

I have lain awake for days 

to counter missing hours

so vacant and often crazed 

the whole seemed to distance at first

I aligned myself with the sun 

the path altered by consequence like bullets change a gun 

so half life, spirit blithe, valued like a hunting knife

so I get gone, the feelings wrong, here’s my letter to the world for whom I only long

I see you read by the light of stained glass

weighed down by words a cry for help 

which man brought you to your knees 

and you laughed so hard he wouldn’t let you out 

he who reigns among us will keep us idle thoughts at bay 

let this serve as a reminder, do not kid yourself and never pray 

here’s my letter to the world to which I don’t belong 

https://soundcloud.com/dreemy/take-me-back

statue of my adherence won’t you love me like you will

monument the things inside me that I’ll never kill

take me with you to bed like you might do a sleeping pill 

use me for my words and then dispose of me until

but take me back 

object of my grace rearranging where I go 

rid me of my barriers for what you’ll tell I’ll show

be careful with my vices, I’m pretty sure they’re all I know

harbinger of sameness I’m waiting for a change in tone 

piece me back together so you can render me innate 

and with that declaration for personhood I’ll wait 

you’ll grieve me into being, right on time i’m never late

and I’ll take all this back before you’re forced to grab the bait 

https://soundcloud.com/dreemy/please-stay-here

I can only feel it like a chemical imbalance in my head, in my head 

I can only touch it if it’s sad or if it’s lustrous dragging me to sleep with eyes like lead 

and when I dream I think that I’m with you, and when I sleep I am love’s lucky fool 

and here I am repeating what I’ve said before 

he is just a ghost and nothing more

I have no excuses but my lack of talent tries me to obey, what you say 

and if I flinch surrounding you it’s not because I want to go away, I’d rather stay

when I dream id rather be awake 

to hear the awful noises morning’s make 

and if I am repeating what I’ve done before 

I hope this time it stick before you’re out the door 

if I close my eyes too much it’s just the weight that tethers me to fear yes to fear 

I’ve been lonely way too much to hope that you might be staying here, please stay here  

https://soundcloud.com/dreemy/saturday-12-56-pm

she knows not what she asks of me 

when I get down on bended knee 

to please the thing I cannot change 

ive pleaded god to rearrange 

the want for all that I despise 

petty relief to counter lies 

and here’s my head to know what’s right 

and here’s my heart all full of spite 

how can I save this life? (repeat 4) 

she’s peering now with wanton eyes 

a crowded room full of her spies 

from the bar she draws a wave 

casts me to bed where I’ll behave

to linger without action makes

for slow disguise to disguise to mask mistakes 

I’d stop to cry if I were wise 

if this was me you’d recognize 

how can I save this life? (x4) 

 believers have forgotten me 

patron saint of apathy

the demon that I’ve come to host 

is my best friend, my holy ghost 

how I could have come to be 

so absent when I meant to be free 

If I could sleep I’d dream of her

all black and white is what we were 

how can I save this life (x4)