Sex Dream About My Favourite Band

I had a sex dream about my favourite band
I don't know what to do with that
I missed ten texts from my dad
I don't know what to do with that
And all this deep settled fear
That one day you'll disappear yourself
I don't know what to do with that either
I guess I'll play the lover till you leave her
I found an old box that's full of shit
I don't know what to do with it
I've got a pretty voice and a top ten hit
But I don't know what to do with it
And this terrifying gut instinct
That one day you'll do away with it
I don't know what to do with that at all
So I will be your friend until I get the call
And if I went to a fortune teller
All that I would care to ask her
Is if you'll stick around and for how long
And if I was another girl
Maybe I would be enough in your world
To not worry and end up singing this song
But as it is I'm scared to wake up one day
To the knowledge that you're gone
I had a sex dream about my favourite band
What am I supposed to do with that?
I still get angry 'bout the body I have
Tell me what to do with that
And this pre-emptive grief
That comes with loving such a piece of work
Tell me what do I do with all that?
I know you think I'm better off without you
But you're not as bad as all that
I will never be better off without you
I know that for a fact



Credits
Writer(s): Sacha Wood
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