i met you in a dream
but i never know when i'm dreaming
i knew i wanted you
and that i could take you
and maybe you wanted me, too.
but i knew you could hurt me,
and i could hurt you.
it might have felt good,
(your skin so soft against me)
but i don't like hurting.
and your body never met mine again.
I know. Let's go to Alta Vista so we can look for someone who didn't write this.

Or I guess we could go stare at Chris some more.