In my dream
I'm a little too artsy
For my own good
But nonetheless
All the critics' darling.
When I wake up
I can't
Tune my guitar.
In my dream
I'm an aristocrat
Sitting on a beach
Drinking gin and tonics
Watching the sun
Slip behind a volcano.
When I wake up
I check my pockets
And there's nothing left
And that wouldn't be so bad
If I weren't fifty-thousand dollars
In debt
And in desperate need of cigarettes.
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