If I could dream just any dream
I'd dream a dream of you...

(The full title is "The Tale Of A Boy Who...
He named us all...

With big top's rotten and mirrors rust
Comes fears extreme with screaming must...

A moment, please
Just one for now...

The boy of the hour's clad in thigh high dreams
Blushing shades of controversial pink and red...

Stutter Kid thinks in a chopped up mess
Blinking when confronted with a social test...

Of freedom drawn
You're quite the pick...

To the nights when I read more than I talk,
Think more than I should...

Do you ever wonder
What happens when you walk away...

She knows it's you
But she just can't say...

Infect it, my darling
The dreamer won't care...

He's in my head to a high extent
With worries that I don't resent...