It's a bit cliche but the anger in me is bubbling up into my skull and it flows out of my eyes at rapid succession.

I have a headache

I am you
But you are not me
Let me be
Please, let me be

I'm dreaming of you
I'm cooking dinner
You're on the couch
Good music is playing
We are happy
We are healthy
We are safe

The people on the street have eyes that see everything and nothing

I dont know why
All I know is the need to cry

Wherever we are in my dreams,
I am touching your face
And everything is ok

Out of the corner of my eye, everyone is you