(In My Dream)

I dreamt I found you hanging

I didn't know what it meant

Your eyes would follow me through

Everywhere I went

The pupils were engulfing

They seemed to only grow (grow, grow)

But nothing made me tremble

Like the stories that they told

Swaying back and forth you

Pointed to my neck

You told me that it was yours

And that it would constrict

The window on the fifth floor

Shattered as you wept

What am I witnessing?

What stories have you kept?