im still waiting to wake up and know if youre my bad dream or a dream come true. im still waiting. so dont let me wake up.

whatever the case, whatever the cause
i cant seem to shake that notion of you turning me into an excited little kid
i know youre gentle and you mean no harm
i know youve always meant well
i know youre nothing to be afraid of
i always wonder if im top of the line or just in line
while i throw away every other paper that comes my way
i can sit here and only write so much before my hands cramp
ive had to pinch myself to make sure i wasnt dreaming
ive had to punch myself to know i was still able to feel
everyone i talk to has less glimmer and shine
whatever youre doing, youre doing it right.