Like the last breath I will breathe, like home to me.

Did I see a flash of gold, of that precious ticket that you hold?
Did I see your white teeth pass me by and never gave them a chance?
I think the knife hurt us all.
Dream.Real.Dream.Real
reality. No, the fortune did not say anything about this.
Let
it
go
Let
  this
          go.
Stay.
                  Stay with me, these
are the last minutes I have inside the eye of this storm.
        Is this real, not real?
Are we barely living, or living barely?
                      Your question of what
we
had.
No chance at all.
I saw your golden ticket and off you go.
Tell the mad hatter I say hello,
tell the queen I wanted you.
Tell
     your
            lovers
     that
           you
                 will
always be
w
   r
    a
      p
    p
  e
d
          r  o
       a      u
            d n
this
fraud.
Wasting such a perfect age,
                                   Such a let-
               



                                                          down.