You are sprawled so lazily, pale in the darkness of our room,
the dust-coated blinds block the sun from disturbing you.
There are words of yours polluting the air,
Like smoke or smog, making me cough,
It's entirely unfair.
Things I just can't understand,
Doubts, and deductions, conclusions, so negative,
But, I never hear an "I can't"
Why must it be about me?
My skills under the 'scope?
You must have some faith in me!
At least that's what I hope.
Now you dream, so lazily.
And I dream, so big.
Tell me what dreams are made of,
and I'll give you a kiss.
You can't? Ha, I win!