PUJOL Dancing In The Piglight lyrics

I took some antihistamine
Because everything just hurt too much
And I needed to feel like everything was okay long enough to loose grip
And there i was

In this dream
You lived in a New Orleans style
Old house and I had come over to
Borrow a spotlight made from a pighead

Called the “pig light “

It's a pigs head w a grip coming out its mouth
There's a spot light where the neck stops
Built into the head. When you pull the trigger to shine the light
It looks like a pig eating a gun

No one can see you when the lights on

You came outside w dirty laundry or a pile of your clothes crying

You dumped the clothes into the open trunk of one of the man rusted out cars in the large front yard shrouded in weeping willows

I asked if I could borrow the pig light

Then I was a ghost i thought

I flailed in the yard with the pig light

The weird tourists couldn't see me

Dancing with the pig light


I thought I was a ghost

I got done moving and went inside to see why you were crying

I felt my way through the dark chaotic cluttered house

I got under some covers and listened:

Your roommate looked like young Joan Jett. You asked HER why she was crying

Joan Jett said because he hit me

Both of you moved over to where I was under the covers. And continued your conversation talking back and forth from opposite sides of the bed or covers pile.

I fidgeted and coughed. I made sounds like I was waking up. Was I?

Apparently I was not a ghost, and you thought noticed I was there and that maybe I had been sleeping there.
You affectionately pulled back the covers

“Is this where you want to be?”

Then I woke up “for real.”

To answer your question,
Yes it is. I would be fine if heaven was my brain firing off like this. But in this life, it's important to me that you know:

I don't like you
Cuz I love you.