(But It's All Just) Imagined
 
he was tight pants, juicy fruit, worlds in my room
he was h.r. puff-n-stuff, and magic flutes
his time made minds amplified
and starburst fruit chews
his time made love to stranger kinds
and wet dreams came true...
he told me...
it's all possible
take it from me
and that was music to me
my time burns its songs and makes copies for you
i look out this frozen screens i can't fit through
he grieves for me
i can't get off the ground
he broke for me
that's been music to me
...and i've imagined the love
...and i've imagined the freedom
...and i've imagined everything working out
...but it's all just imagined