Conscious
I used to wake up alone and scared at night
Asking myself if this feeling is supposed to be right
Day after day it happens again and again
Will my dreams always be the same, and if they change, when?
My dreams seem so darn relentless
Like the dreams of my life are just one big mess
It keeps happening to me, but why?
I do dream about other stuff, I do at least try
It seems they're all just about me, I want it to be about us
I wonder through all of this if I'm even conscious...
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