When you're near me...

[drama_despot]

You came to me in my dream last night
begging to explain. I was
angry and resistant but your smile
said something else. You said exactly
what I thought you would if you were
to ever feel the need. Apologizing,
again you were perfect. As perfect
as a dream can be. The sad thing
is I knew what that could possibly
be. Something never to occur, yet
I let myself happily sleep.

Suddenly, there we were at a funeral,
my funeral, the burial of my adolescence
as they gazed at my birth certificate
stating that Axl Rose was the preceeding
bishop. And I laughed excited to tell you
at what such a rocker I ovbiously was meant
to be. And I knew you would smile and
return the thrill. Even though perhaps
you never knew who Axl Rose was.

And we'd both smile feighning our belief.
For you know not classical rock, and metal
grief. And I know not the difference between you
and a happy sad sad dream. But I suppose you
did give this rock hard cold metal some relief.