i saw you in my dream you were an old house i watched on oliver street go on don t be disappointed it is only temporary with your eyes closed holding a photo of your family like a phantom it s tough to know when you know you are letting go i ll try to not let it get to me it won t get through my thick pale white skin just hold on with me or let me be move all your tiny chairs and furniture take your mind off of reality take a break from what you expected of me throw them all from the balcony i don t mind i guess we all have to leave sometime but not us but not me i m trying to guess what will happen next