Sweet Dreams

You can't ask of me to trust you
I smell your fear
My candid heart tells me it's untrue
As does your sweat

Your darting eyes and lips
The aftertaste from your poison kiss
You can't ask of me to love you
You beg for scraps (scraps, scraps, scraps, scraps, scraps, scraps)

If I'm a mess
I'll clean up every inch
So that there's nothing left
For you to make do with

Know that I've seen you fend for yourself
I'm the easy way out
It's a trick
Hang your head low, lick your lips

You've learned your helplessness
I've been your training ground
An ever-rushing spring
For you to wade around

Or a wreck, you wring out
When you left in a drought
Of things to think about
Your tongue hanging out

Yeah, I'm angry now
Yeah, you got me hot
When it's raining down
That's when you'll be gone

What'll you do now
That I'm a mirage
I won't let you lie
Like a sleeping dog

You can't ask of me to trust you
I smell your fear
My candid heart tells me it's untrue
As does your sweat

Your darting eyes and lips
The aftertaste from your poison kiss
You can't ask of me to love you
You beg for scraps