Lyrics:

Poor boy, I could never live up to your imagination
Poor boy, I was a crush that killed
Poor boy, I could never live up to your hallucination
Poor boy, I was a crush that killed

I had a dream
That trouble always starts in someone's head
And dreams are real
When you're asleep you may as well be dead
I predicate
The last 10 years on figuring with me
After the war
In some strange city on a strangers

So you think I'd waste my life on this
To be your comfort when you needed me
Lay the everlasting friendship

Poor boy, I could never live up to your imagination
Poor boy, I was a crush that killed
Poor boy, I could never live up to your hallucination
Poor boy, I was a crush that killed

We had a time
If we could have it back over again
I'd be a force
Not so polite and not so delicate
I'd trot around
On velvet socks so I could not be felt
I was your fan
Waiting for the day when this God will start to