Which Dream Came Trueit's another prayer to the patron saint of lost causes hatemail written but never sent she had a voice like a papercut but no one else will do she had a mind that could suck out the poison it's a gift i never learned how to use so i drink in the stale air around me the same old story they're always telling me your dream came true from a thousand million miles away at the edge of space the voice that makes me sick whispers in my ear again i strain to hear but my hearing's blurred a pounding in my heart a ringing in my head and i wake up alone i look around the room and somehow i've known all along which dream came true