I always watch you when you're dreaming because I know it's not of me. I smoke a dozen cancer sticks, imagine there are two or three ways to make you love me and not dream of someone else, become the movie on your eyelids. The reflection of yourself, I cry when I listen to you breathing because I know there's nothing else. The conscious of that crushing feeling to know there's no connection left, that we both go through the motions, that we're both living somewhere else, that the movie on your eyelids is no reflection of myself.
Cast your mind back to the days when I pretended I was okay. I had so very much to say about my crazy living. Now that I've stared into the void, so many people I've annoyed, I have to find a middle way, a better way of giving. So I haven't given up but all my choices, my good luck appear to go and get me stuck in an open prison. Now I am trying to break free in a state of empathy, find the true and inner me, eradicate this schism. No one can take it away from me, and no one can tear it apart because a heart that hurts is a heart that works. 'Maybe' is an elaborate fantasy, but it's the perfect place to start.
Cast your mind back to the days when I pretended I was okay. I had so very much to say about my crazy living. Now that I've stared into the void, so many people I've annoyed, I have to find a middle way, a better way of giving. So I haven't given up but all my choices, my good luck appear to go and get me stuck in an open prison. Now I am trying to break free in a state of empathy, find the true and inner me, eradicate this schism. No one can take it away from me, and no one can tear it apart because a heart that hurts is a heart that works. 'Maybe' is an elaborate fantasy, but it's the perfect place to start.
