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Am I being loved 

By under-estimating fools 

With a certain distaste 

For progression and the new 

Like the negative photograph 

You see when you close your eyes 

Slips away in a moment or two 

You don't get me, do you? 


I didn't really put myself out 

But I fulfilled my expectations 

Perhaps it didn't feel so grand 

Neither was it so convincing 

In dreams I've seen all of these things 

Now it seems as if I was awake 

And they were human beings


Changing by the hour 

While I stayed here all day 


Now there's just a few 

That makes any sense 

Of all these objects viewed 

Through the palm of my hand 

To leave this room 

Means going straight 

Out of fiction and into the great 

Sentimental truth


Singing little clichГѓВ©s 

Though I am not in love 

Failing to define 

What I'm thinking of 

Dreaming that I speak of 

Things I cannot say 

Hiding in my pockets 

Well, all addictions are private anyway