not about love

i'd dream about caramel
kootchie kootchie goo
if you wanted i would stay
but whatever happens
i'd dream of caramel
i'd sing mad songs
and would frame strange faces
we could stay in bed...
days..months..ages
we could dream of caramel
do you remeber how i used to
wear only green
for months listen to the same song
eat only tangarines
do you remember how you gave my poem
to a strange girl
and she's fallen
we could dream of caramel
in bed under the pillows
of caramel of caramel