Why I'm wasting dreams

(Verse 1) I’m sleeping deep, so calm, so free, Sippin’ coffee by the beachside sea. The ocean’s whisper drifts through the air, Feels like I’m dreaming on a star out there. But then the dream takes a tragic twist, Here comes Harold, like he’s heaven-kissed. Thinks he’s cool, absurdly manly, A macho fool – and far from brainy. (Chorus) Why am I wasting dreams on Harold? Why not Alex—or Jake, if it must hurt? Come on, Harold, get out of my dream, Drive off with your old Cadillac machine! (Verse 2) Is there such thing as a dream patrol? Or nightmare pills to regain control? I feel so trapped, I want to run, Why him, not anyone? Anyone! I’ve had weird dreams, I’m kind of tough— Washed Cory Bokers hair, no bluff. But Harold, he just breaks the scale, My dream’s apocalypse without fail. (Chorus) Why am I wasting dreams on Harold? Why not Alex—or Jake, if it must hurt? Come on, Harold, get out of my dream, Drive off with your old Cadillac machine! (Bridge) Some folks dream they fly through the skies, I climbed a mountain with Clooney, no lies. But now there’s Harold—wake me, please! I shout in my sleep: “Run! Run! Flee!!” (Outro) I wake up in sweat, relief at last, But feel like I’ve been hit and passed. Off to work, with a heavy groan— There is Harold. Full Testosterone.