Here is a dream I will not remember

(I will try very hard to once I wake up)

In a familiar room I have never been in

I do not pay attention to it

I do not pay attention to the man smoking

Or the way he clasps his hands

Looking off somewhere that is not here

And you are staring at me

(And you are staring at me)

(And you are staring at me)

(Spoiler: I never lock eyes with you)

I fancy the painting behind you instead

(And in the corner of my eye-)

I can’t quite make it out

I will spend the rest of the dream trying to and failing

I can tell you hate me even more now

But I stare at the painting

This has nothing to do with you

Or it shouldn’t at least

Quit making such a sad face

It’s about the painting

She’s looking straight at me for crying out loud

(is she frowning? Or maybe-)

(I do not remember)

(I do not remember)

(I do not remember)