an unfinished masterpiece. yes, I had a strange and slightly disturbing dream.
I don’t know why I dream the kind of things I do
who can fathom the unconscious mind?
despite all their degrees and studying and science
they haven’t yet convinced the sleeping secrets to unwind
they say dreams can teach you something about life
this morning what I learned was all about my wife
you kiss way better than Taylor Swift
maybe it’s the practice, maybe it’s a gift
I hope that you don’t take this wrong
hope you don’t get miffed
but you kiss way better than Taylor Swift
while you sleep your brain is cleaning up its house
flushing out the nonsense and sludge
now maybe that’s the reason my dreams are full of junk
I try real hard to let ’em go, try hard not to judge
but while you’re in the middle it always seems so real
and lest you get the wrong impression this is how I feel
you kiss way better than Taylor Swift
maybe it’s the practice, maybe it’s a gift
I hope that you don’t take this wrong
hope you don’t get miffed
but you kiss way better than Taylor Swift
now you know I know you know that I’m joking
dreams are just the dust of tidying your brain
we both know the we belong together
in case somebody missed it I’d like to say it plain
when I’m asleep at night I ain’t the driver of that bus
it’s all a lot of nonsense, and between the two of us
you kiss way better than Taylor Swift
maybe it’s the practice, maybe it’s a gift
I hope that you don’t take this wrong
hope you don’t get miffed
and there’s no rift
we haven’t tiffed
I don’t get biffed
I’ll make a shift
now that I’ve riffed
you get my drift
it’s just your gift
but you kiss way better than Taylor Swift