Used to think infatuation was the end,
another scrap of paper and,
another bleeding pen, but...
when you like and,
you're liked,
what's the next step?
Along the way I lost myself,
between frayed edges,
concepts and dreams,
the idea that I would always go wrong
But what if this story
went amiss,
what if your attraction was real and not another broken promise?
What if I drowned out this sorrow
with alcohol and smoke,
what if I lost myself inside a broken book?
What if I was wrong and you were all it took...
I've got the notion that
you're more real than the others,
but you disarm me with a smile and I
forget where we were going
Did we have a specific purpose,
beneath the enchantment and delusion,
or did I make you up,
You're so amazing are you really even
human?
Am I dreaming or am I dying?
are you real or is my mind lying?