i see my world through someone else’s eyes
or maybe there’s two of me
and i just don’t know
there’s the one i’m looking at through my eyes
and the one who’s body i’m in
maybe this isn’t even my dream
maybe it’s hers
maybe in her dream
there’s two of me
like a sick sexual fantasy
and those two versions of me
want nothing more than to be at her mercy
maybe this is her dream
and in her dream
she can have sex with two of me
at any time she wants ...