Dracula Reality

1983 and I'm afraid of me, my Grampa painted me Dracula for Halloween, but he's too artsy I look in the mirror and what do I see Shiny hair, pointy teeth, sunken eyes Who is staring back at me? Dracula reality Under a cape I can't escape PTSD The feeling when he looked at me I can't go to school, I'm feeling paralyzed This special, private ghoul Sees the stake in other cool They are not like me I look in the mirror and what do I see Shiny hair, pointy teeth, sunken eyes Who is staring back at me? I'm facing my mortality I ran outside in the sunlight Safe in my fear of shining bright I disappear Just like him, disappear A turtle and its shell, a bowl of soup of Hell A new language that reminds you of tender pain oh well The engineer who built and drove the first train off the ledge So gorgeous are the failures of fantasy's midlife wedge Foreign movie mayhem passion actually means suffering Retail therapy distracting you from facing the real thing A hole the size of Texas growing in your lonesome heart The lowest of the low bottom feeders swim in the dark A holy body manima verklempt from the last scene A shockwave hot wire shot opening a spiral sleeve Same old problems sprouting up Things don't work, you shout fuck Things go well and you hold on tightly If only you could let go lightly You could see your dreams become reality As the years go by I know exactly why My Grampa was so sad As I cried the make-up ran He was too artsy I look in the mirror and what do I see Shiny hair, pointy teeth, sunken eyes Who is staring back at me? I'm facing my mortality I ran outside in the sunlight Safe in my fear of shining bright I disappear Just like him, disappear