In my dream, you are slippery My interest grows immediatelyImmediatelyYou have seaweed between your fingers, lips and limbsAmphibious, androgynousAmphibious98% waterI try to write love songs, but my words remain in my handsAnd my hands fall to the floorSomewhere in the distance, something hurtsI dream I have a lover, made out of twigsI snap his legs and snap his lipsWhen we kiss, he has your hairThe way it curls, this worries meThe dream doesn't fade, it keeps worrying meI try not to hurt you, but in my dream the twigs keep breakingI touch so gently, but they snapAnd when you open your mouth to speakYou make no soundSilently, coughing up black sandIn real life, I haven't even seen you up closeOnly from belowIn the dream, you are silent and I am the headsmanI try to write love songs, but with every wordI can hear the twigs breakingSomewhere in the distance, something hurtsI dream I have a lover, made out of twigsI snap his legs and snap his lipsWhen we kiss, he has your hairThe way it curls, this worries meThe dream doesn't fade, it keeps worrying meI wake, it's a clear spring dayAnd I fill with scars, 98% blueThe day I find myself down in black thingsCoffee, raisins, raw chocolateI can feel my bones burn to coalMy blood burns to oil, black soapI'm becoming youI'm becoming you