This is not the kind of nightmare you're trying to be.

You would always complain about how you never got any sleep. That's because you were always out somewhere else in the night, chasing girls to their deaths in their dreams.

Is that the kind of lover you always thought you'd grow up to be?
But some time after four a.m. you stopped loving, you started destroying.

Is that the kind of lover you always thought you'd grow up to be?