I think that's how you spell dilated...Word didn't correct it...anyway keeping with my weird-fucking-dream-I-have-songs...here's another one...I dreamt that I was looking at myself and I just laid there and a whole buncha crazy shit happened so I just described it the best way I could
I marvel at the flutter when I close my eyes at night,
But luckily, they both chose the skies for flight,
I tell this because, all my short foes despise my height,
Each of them are like a rose, both dies closed tight,
And each knows right, from wrong, just like my eye lashes,
Around the skin glows white, some long, some deny gashes,
Wounds made, soon fade, watchin the looms braid,
Every day, I look beside me, and I awake alone,
Close my eyelids, and even they shake and moan,
I have one true, blue eye, the other is a fake clone,
Have no house for all of this, so I make a home,
(Make a home)
Closed eyes, make my swirling dilated pupils,
The two exes over my eyes, prove the two kills,
To sleep every night, do I take the blue pills, or the new pills,
My dilated pupils, scratching at them with dirty cuticals,
My eye brow of each size, tries now, to breach lies,
But my fore heads, explores beds, knowing its more dead,
So it grabs the bed sheet, and has it torn in shreds,
As he does so, he wonders where the morning treads,
My inflamed nostrils, look dead, like drained fossils,
But each wakes up, sweat looks like the rain dociles
But my quivering lips are the enemies, the main hostiles,
They find every flaw, now my eyes sag, like breasts in a heavy bra,
I'm draining fluids, like the New Orleans, levies saw
No not tears, since I've caught fears, I need to plot smears,
Now everyone applauds me, but I feel like I bought cheers,
Closed eyes, make my swirling dilated pupils,
The two exes over my eyes, prove the two kills,
To sleep every night, do I take the blue pills, or the new pills,
My dilated pupils, scratching at them with dirty cuticals,
I sleep at night, just praying that I keep my sight,
I aim to please, but my prayers just stain my knees,
I awake for water, but the wandering rain flees,
So I stay dehydrated, but see, I hate it, for reasons unknown,
My eyes because of the changing seasons run home,
They're just prodigal sons, these are mine, God stole puns,
I pluck my eye lashes, and the audience applauds dull ones,
My pillow swallows my eyes like blue marbles,
And in two trips, hollows the sky like two carpools,
I'm sleeping like a baby, what if I get hit by a lightening strike maybe,
No I just dilate my pupils, bless my eyes, they rest in skies,
Closed eyes, make my swirling dilated pupils,
The two exes over my eyes, prove the two kills,
To sleep every night, do I take the blue pills, or the new pills,
My dilated pupils, scratching at them with dirty cuticals,