Everyday you [bad word] and visit me;
you're supposed to be resting.
It's in my head, but you're not where you're supposed to be
and you're unconfessing.
Anyway, I see you from afar,
but it's not really you.
From my shoes, it's not really so bizarre,
but the bases are [bad word]  but the sky is still blue and I can't find a way to leave you.

In my sleep, I dream of these open fields,
so euphoric and peaceful.
When I wake, I pretend that this bass is real,
but that way it sees full. (?)
I can pray for a way to alter time,
so I could absolve you.
From where I'm at it seems like it's such a crime,
but the bases are [bad word]  yours I cannot pursue and I can't find a way to leave you.