i'm sorry (wake the musical baby)

within a dream; i try to catch myself; and awaken myself

before i dream of something else;

and with a hazy eye; i build myself upright; grab for my pen and screw; to bear my soul and i hope; the hand can translate my flow;

for overzealous pen it seems; it has a dream of being; the ink of man's soul;

the greatest pen this hand will ever hold; sometimes in the journey though

the mind to pen seems so cold;

the translation is hard to hold; and we ain't even got to the studio; and now she waits to distract my motivated stroll;

come back to bed; is the song she sings; she hates when i wake her from her lucid dream; but she don't know what this song could mean;

why can't it wait; wait til the sun's a little bit higher; she still burns from last nights fire; and she wants me to douse the flame; but wait

if i did the song wouldn't be the same. i'm sorry

do do do do do do do do.