poor me pour me a shot of patron cigarillo or bordello i just gotta be blown in a silicone zone where titties are grown and sessions in the recession where fifties are thrown rose petals pedaled within cities of stone reefer and liquor dance my chemical romance my pitiful cold hands that ache to be warm like a tux with gold cuffs that waits to be worn nowadays loves in the haze of a flashback those that invest deeply need be gettin they cash back being in lust with love feels so dreamy till its shattered in beautiful pieces scattered beneath me i still chase it you gotta believe me i just dont think its as instant as an instance on tv we try to close the distance but persistence aint easy theres a ribbon in the sky if you listen to stevie problem is my arms cant reach that far or stretch that high is it best i fly with the wings of a goose mixed with red bull and a night cap slapped on to keep my head cool awaken in a state of confusion dressing quickly to get back to my city fuckin delusion where i live where i stay where i sleep where i lay ive seen all the things that pass me by oh why cant it be real i cling to my dreams as i grab the sky oh why cant it be real 1