Comfort In Numbers

Last night I dreamt you came crawling
Backing into my rusted life
Slithering, so devious
Like the illusion of a poor mans pride
You’re in my head
You’re on my mind
I turn around and I look again
You’re clinging around his neck
I turn around and I look again
I see your ok
I see your ok without me
Last night feels right
Haunting me in my dreams
There must be something wrong
Slithering, so devious
Like the illusion of a poor mans pride
What is it supposed to mean when times running out?
You’re running out, running away from me
Ok, so sick so I save you
So sick I went crazy by myself
So sick I went crazy: am I?
So sad to know you’re still alive