I had a dream where I was fighting a demon
I tried to scream but I couldn't make my voice work
You were there playing cards at a loading dock
On a milk crate in a sweet jacket
Not really sure why you were even in the dream 'cause
We didn't speak, but it was nice just to see your face
I had a dream you had an umbrella tattoo
It was green and it matched your piercing that you don't really have
Outside of the dream world
I'm pretty sure, but it's not like I've seen it
We were laying there watching a movie
I turned it off, don't remember what it was
It was dark in my room but I could still see you
Earlier on someone was taking my picture
In the back of a church where they have catechism
There was a bunch of weird figurines there
I knocked one over but I don't think it broke
What a stroke
Of good luck
There was a girl there who hated me in middle school
In my house wearing some sort of bikini
I'm not really sure how my brain came up with that one
But she looked much skinnier than me
How I wish I had more control of the dream then

I've been spending a lot of time
In the dream world inside of my mind
And when I wake up it's hard to break free
Maybe I'm crazy or just really sleepy
But I spend a lot of time in the dream world

I had a dream where I was in Philadelphia
I took a train out to New York City
I know this must sound
Like a cliche pop punk song where they hate their small town
But hey
One time I really dreamt that
I had a dream I had to rescue a little boy
Named Toby who lived on the East Coast
He hid in the dryer because no one understood him
But I did and we had an adventure

"This is the real world!" I said
"All the smells and colors, drink it in
There's a moon and stars, and people in their cars
Inside their houses memories are being made"
Isn't it funny when the dream world is real?

I wrote this melody
Inside the dream world
I woke up and I had to record it
Writing this song sitting next to my dog and
She looks uncomfortable, maybe it's too fast
I asked her what she thought she said "it sounds like Nirvana
But a lot like Blink 182 too"
And the words make her think of Kimya Dawson
What do you call that?
Maybe she's right
It's grunge/pop/punk played on the acoustic

I've been spending a lot of time
In the dream world inside of my mind
And when I wake up it's hard to break free
Maybe I'm crazy or just really sleepy
But I spend a lot of time
Hey, I spend a lot of time in the dream world

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