The Lamb

I wish you meant 

What you said

I wish you said

What you meant 

I wish I 

Didn’t know 

This half life

Between the 

Shadows 

I wish I could 

Read you 

Like a 

Book

I wish you weren’t 

The magazine 

I didn’t buy 

Because 

I’d read it 

All 

Before 

 

There are things 

I could tell you 

(And have)

Which I could tell

No one else 

 

I wish 

These were things 

I hadn’t said 

And you hadn’t 

Heard 

Before 

 

We can dream our 

Lives

Away 

Wishing 

Pretending 

Floating 

 

And maybe 

It’s just 

We all 

Simply hover  

Our lives 

A protective 

Bubble 

Of dreams 

And stuff 

And nonsense 

One reality 

None more present 

Or true 

Or real 

Than 

Another 

 

You taught me 

To be honest 

And I learnt 

That the truth 

Is just a lie 

Dressed up as 

A wolf 

Or a sheep 

But either way 

An animal 

Lost 

In its own 

Misunderstanding 

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