You are Sweet in Fantasy

You are only for my fantasies
Just for my dreams

There is no chance for us
in stark reality

Trust is the timid pet staying for breakfast
then running away

Desire, the sad, pale clouds of nostalgia

Love is the ghost moon
disappearing by noon.
No us exists by light of day.

We believe in nothing we say
My heart is heavy but doesn't ache
My heart is lonesome, but okay.

You are sweet in fantasy
By noon, I want you dead.