Bad dream catcher catcher

I’m here to catch all your bad dreams, the last king
Defeat his people in his kingdom and his sad face
For every alley cat and taxi that pass me
I catch nine lives before the Reaper catch me
The crow with the black wings flapping
Flown into the everlasting
I found the patterns in my bad swings
It’s my obsession with the sad things
Like when lovers leave and killers meet
My soul is whole but it’s incomplete
There’s so much more that I want from me
I’m still daydreaming I’m asleep on a distant beach
On a hammock as it swings between two palm trees