H, you're in my dreams
But I'm only dreaming when I'm half asleep
Tossing, turning in my bed
Better left unsaid
Replay in my head
Whatever that means
You're a columbine
But I'm only picking when I'm feeling fine
Dirty word in a bouquet
Gold in the ashtray
Make me feel ok
Whatever that means
I'm only half here or there
An entry gate in disrepair
I think of your death
As often as I can
With your last breath
You assassin down the street
Bloom in the concrete
The view is pretty sweet
When you're sitting in the nosebleeds
I'm only half here or there
An entry gate in disrepair
Maybe you should be
(Should we keep)
A crack in the concrete
(The boat afloat)
Maybe then I'd see
(Or take that leap)
How good you are for me
(Say f*ck that boat)
I'm only half here or there
An entry gate in disrepair