Thanks to the Dreamer

I once fell in love with a dreamer He exhumed me from the grave I was digging myself. Love was breathed into my hollow lungs Oh, how I hung on so dearly to those arms, pulling me out of my own grave. One day they slipped away from me, those arms. And I let them. How foolish of myself to let go of the dreamer. Except when I fell, my grave did not catch me; only freshly dug up dirt.. That covers my once deep grave.