In the middle of the night the dreaming stopped and I woke up in my bed I was wrapped in blankets and I thought of where I left my car But Cerry was a hit he was a superstar, he had all I have dreamt all I wanted so far he was not living here he was not living here, though. This was the story of my dream the souvenir of a party of my youth I try to go back where I was when she called me and still I fell asleep But Cerry was a hit he was a superstar, he had all I have dreamt all I wanted so far he was not living here he was not living here, though. witch you took me out of bed a few things gotta tell you now bitch you threw my night away an few things gotta tell you now It was only her voice I heard cracking and my hears cracked on these words she discarded me from my dreams and if I find her I might kill her
