Extreme Makeover

Yesterday I bought a dream a little worn out at the seams I got it from the Goodwill store someone left it by the door I threw it on the sofa bed to make a cushion for my head to fluff my fantasies tonight and make the endings come out right I've furnished every room this way I find a little every day A hope,a dream ,a true belief I always pay I'm not a thief I know it's not a surefire cure but I need mental furniture you see I lost mine in a flood a Holocaust of breath and blood so that's why I need everything a wish,a prayer,the thoughts of spring I hate this emptiness within let's move this bus and start again!