My Dreams Are Getting Weirder

My dreams are getting weirder

Will you tell me what it means?

We were running from the pitchforks

In a post-apocalyptic scene

My dreams are getting weirder

And so I spend the days on edge

Because right before that time you called me needy

Like you meant it

I dreamt you threw me off a bridge

I can't tell if I can tell the future

I can't make out just what to make of fate

Are you messing with my dreams

Like some kind of cosmic warning?

Either way, I will see you in the morning

My dreams are getting weirder

And I can't bear to go to bed

Because instead of talking to me

You just put visions in my head

I can't tell if I can tell the future

I can't make out just what to make of fate

Are you messing with my dreams

Like some kind of cosmic warning?

Either way, I will see you in the morning

And you will kiss me on the head

And we will make plans to be boring

And then laze around instead

And by the evening I'll be ready

To face apocalypse again

'Cause even if my dreams get weirder

I get to see you in them