Dreaming
Scroobius Pip Lyrics

She was like Venus De Milo only with a better smile though
She was stunningly beautiful, comparable to the statue of Venus De Milo, but her smile made her even more breathtaking.

Triple lip piercing lit the fuse that let my mind blow
Her multiple lip piercings were incredibly attractive to me and sparked a feeling of infatuation.

Bright red lips, j-jet black hair
Her vivid red lips and dark black hair made her stand out and captivated my attention.

Holding her composure like she's really unaware
Despite her attractive appearance, she seemed to be unaware of the attention she was receiving and remained composed.

That she's drawing all of my attention with her movements
Her movements were captivating and engrossing my attention towards her.

No matter how hard I look, I see no room for improvement
Her beauty was flawless and I couldn't find any area which required improvement.

Low slung jeans made my mind begin to wonder
Her low-rise jeans created curiosity and attracted my attention towards her curves.

Revealing just enough form, man she's gonna take me under
Her clothes showcased her figure which was very tempting and seductive.

You know I really aint got one
I didn't have any plan or strategy regarding how to approach her.

Too many ships sailed past in the night, I'm yet to stop one
I missed out on opportunities with potential partners and was still searching for someone to connect with.

I just float on by with the flotsam and jetsam
I was passively moving through life like debris in the ocean.

But it's got to better than the pain of rejection
Although I am passive, it still beats the painful sting of rejection that comes with actively pursuing someone.

It's the one thing in my life that I just keep repeating
Despite the pain, I keep trying and repeating the cycle of approach and rejection.

As I approach a pretty girl I feel my brain retreating
My fear takes over as I approach an attractive girl and I find myself withdrawing mentally.

Will I leave this situation with dignity and keeping?
I hope that I will be able to handle the situation gracefully without loss of dignity.

Or fall flat on my face like Buster Keaton
I fear that I will clumsily and publicly fail like the famous comedian Buster Keaton.

Out the corner of my eye I see a mutual friend
I notice a mutual friend out of the corner of my eye and hope they can introduce me to the girl I am interested in.

I'm like 'How's it going Ben, remember me from way back when?
I approach the mutual friend Ben and start a conversation by reminiscing about the past.

Well maybe we could talk and introduce me to your friend
I ask Ben to introduce me to the girl I am interested in.

And maybe if you recommend me and maybe if she then befriends me
I hope that Ben's recommendation will help me win over the girl's friendship.

Maybe I will meet a girl that understands and comprehends me
I hope that meeting this girl will result in a connection where she understands me as a person.

Ahh, but maybe not. Maybe just, uh.
Despite the hope, there is still the possibility of failure.

Like Martin Luther King, I had a dream
I had a dream of achieving a romantic connection, just like Martin Luther King had a dream of achieving equality.

But mine involved you and a tub of whipped cream
My dream was intimate involving whipped cream and you.

Wait I apologize. It aint like me to be crude
I apologize for the crude nature of my dream and acknowledge that it is not typical of my character.

The was a momentary lapse, a little interlude
The crude moment was brief and an exception in my imagination.

It's just hard sometimes, making every line have meaning
As an artist, it's difficult to constantly create meaningful content that resonates with the audience.

When I turn on the TV and see the gold chains gleaming
The music industry and popular culture often glorify materialistic values and it's disheartening to see.

Maybe I should buckle and spout commercial shit
It's tempting to cater to the mainstream and create formulaic and superficial content to achieve commercial success.

But it's the fact that I don't that makes me Scroobius Pip
I take pride in my authenticity and lack of conformity, which differentiate me from other artists and make me unique.

Now two months down the line
The story has progressed and two months have passed.

The introduction went well and we shared all our time
The introduction to the girl went well and we spent a lot of time together.

We'd opened up and even shared the deepest of truths
We had connected on a deep level and shared intimate and profound conversations.

She hadn't cried in weeks, I stopped looking for escape routes
For a while, everything was going well and we had no reason to doubt the relationship.

Then bang as expected cracks did appear
As anticipated, problems arose and put a strain on the relationship.

And the kind of cracks that grow with paranoia and fear
The problems were fueled by paranoia and fear, making them even more damaging to the relationship.

Was it the theories in my head or the fairies in my bed
I question whether my own thoughts and assumptions or supernatural forces were causing the issues in the relationship.

That made it scary when she said she sometimes wished she was dead
Her statement that she sometimes wished for death added an element of fear and urgency to the situation.

Whatever it was, there seemed so little I could do
I felt helpless and at a loss for how to fix the issues in the relationship.

I could help her, but in the end she'd have to help herself too
I recognized that while I could offer support, ultimately she had to take responsibility for herself and her own mental health.

Over time I stopped whispering sweet nothings in her ears
As the relationship deteriorated, the romantic and affectionate gestures stopped.

And just watched them same glistening sweet nothings in her tears
Instead of expressing affection, I watched her cry and saw the pain and emotions that I couldn't alleviate.

And the more I watched the more it confirmed my fears
Seeing her in pain confirmed my suspicion that the relationship was not healthy and could not continue.

That even in dreams right and wrong is never clear
In the end, even my dream of a perfect romantic relationship was not clear and had its own complications.