Parasomnia
You say you had a nightmare
Reoccurring dreams of a summer last year
Now normally, that ain't none of my business, girl
'Til you start having them dreams over here
Won't you try a little harder?
Recall what you did that night
Don't try to play it off like it's one of those dreams
Say those things to make it alright
You see, your friends they taunt me
Try to explain the way you feel
They say you think you feel you want me
But what you say, you think'll make me ill
Why don't I believe you?
That you could speak and act in your sleep
Breathing heavy while your shaking
Slightly stirring while you weep
You're quite the piece of art, girl
The prettiest thing that I had ever seen
But you got a wicked heart, girl
And your words can be awful mean
Why would you speak of such a story if not it true?
But it don't make no sense to me
Don't make me a fool to believe in you
Just tell me the truth, and then let me be
You directed me to my own destruction
I only acted on your lead
And with a phone call's interruption
That's when you had to up and leave
You see, your friends they taunt me
They try to explain the way you feel
They say you think you feel you want me
But what you say, you think'll make me ill
I know what we did was unjust
The acts we took before the act you didn't make
But if you claim to be a parasomniac
Exactly, what time did you awake?
Reoccurring dreams of a summer last year
Now normally, that ain't none of my business, girl
'Til you start having them dreams over here
Won't you try a little harder?
Recall what you did that night
Don't try to play it off like it's one of those dreams
Say those things to make it alright
You see, your friends they taunt me
Try to explain the way you feel
They say you think you feel you want me
But what you say, you think'll make me ill
Why don't I believe you?
That you could speak and act in your sleep
Breathing heavy while your shaking
Slightly stirring while you weep
You're quite the piece of art, girl
The prettiest thing that I had ever seen
But you got a wicked heart, girl
And your words can be awful mean
Why would you speak of such a story if not it true?
But it don't make no sense to me
Don't make me a fool to believe in you
Just tell me the truth, and then let me be
You directed me to my own destruction
I only acted on your lead
And with a phone call's interruption
That's when you had to up and leave
You see, your friends they taunt me
They try to explain the way you feel
They say you think you feel you want me
But what you say, you think'll make me ill
I know what we did was unjust
The acts we took before the act you didn't make
But if you claim to be a parasomniac
Exactly, what time did you awake?
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Writer(s): Benjamin Stuart Steele
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