i was counting steps in dreams last night
i kept falling dowowown after number 29.

he says he wants a letter

"i want you to write me a letter,
a love letter joyful and light.

fill it with dreams of your choosing
and leave them free of doubt."

he says he wants a letter
but i heard him, he confessed.
he just wants to be a hero, he wants to know the taste.
a story for his name, his smile and his eyes;
it just so happens that he heard i like to write.

the wish was simple enough
so i kept breathing it in and out.

confessions full of jack

i am master of none...

i can smell it on me;
death smells fine.

everything
dies within;

is it because i dream every night
that i stopped dreaming in waking?

i
 pretend.
         i
          pretend.
                  i
                   pretend.

that's why you never trusted us.
you knew how deceptive i was.

(i lied when i laid the blame on you.
it was me, love;
it was me who had a change of heart.)