If you were real
I might be too
Surely I'm improbable as you
And I shouldn't have to believe
That the world can be so odd
It isn't up to me
And I'm not God
And I've touched you time and time again
And felt the warmth before you melt away
It seems that's how it's got to be
The ghosts have gotten good to me
I wonder if I can want you to stay
If I raise you up
Directly to the sun
Your fiery halo burns away
The stupid things I've done
And that awkward smile, so human
Is no longer what I see
But that's just too damn easy
For a masochist like me
I want my cake and want to eat it too
I want a stumbling trembling mirror
Flesh and blood with all its errors
All the things I'm sick of being
And I want you
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