1965 Dreamin'

There's a tiny rip in the Bob Dylan poster hanging above my head
But you would never know it
I fixed it up nice and clean like
It was torn due to excitement and a lack of patience
From a far it looks seamless, unscathed
Up close though it is unperfect, imperfect
It has a blemish and one that I did my best to fix
I'm covered in tape from the repairs I've made
But it's getting so tight I feel my blood can't circulate