I buy dreams at the corner store

A quaint little shop on the corner of East and Maple

But my pills are always defective

My dreams turn into nightmares

So I don't sleep

I walk across empty streets

Moon fragments where people used to be

I twirl under the midnight rain

I chant with the evening fires

I pretend life doesn't exist

I pretend instead there are worlds of mystery

Worlds where I can be swept up and loved

Worlds that won't disappoint me

And every problem has a simple solution

I pretend that life is something very different than what it is 

Maybe my pills aren't defective

Maybe they only work when I'm awake