Imaginary Places

Everything you see, it's all imagination
Imaginary places, imaginary faces
So drastic and disposed, it's like you struck a pose
It's all imagination, all your aspirations

All your hopes and dreams, they're just pebbles in the streams
Imaginary beings created from creation
The Earth's the fucking spaceship, or at least that's how it seems

Sometimes I lose my interest and get lost in the weeds
The farmer sows the seeds, and the dreamer plants the seams
And we are all just witness to the chaos that is being

Could you learn the alphabet, and could you make me sing?
I felt it when your mouth got wet
The bear that drinks the honey must also take the sting
And I'm just here guessing, watching you undressing

Sometimes you make me want you
Sometimes you make me scream, and I feel like a fiend
Your breath tastes like the wine you drank, and I just want to be
Inside you for a little while, and every second in between

Is it infatuation if I see you in my sleep?
A senseless paranoia that somehow brings me peace
The certainty of endings, the guaranteed release
I know I am not permanent, not even my teeth
So what's the use pretending that death equates to grief?

Light shoots like a beam, the sweat was thick like cream
Cigarettes and pirouettes, I start to sense a theme
And then there was the string quartet that played me my own dreams
Every note was perfect, just like pre-recorded scenes
And then my life flashed before me, and I died in my sleep

Your heart beats without asking
And your lungs they cease to breathe
Only if you command it, otherwise, it's free

Our blood is shaped like leaves, the veins resemble trees
Even the fucking freeways bear a vague geometry
Of patterns and rotations, of comedy and tragedy
Wantonly reposed as if they were commodities

The purest adulation for your cartographies
I memorized the valleys and swam inside the streams
I catalogued the animals, and made pink dye out of the beads