I wish I could find, a happy medium
Somewhere between two realities
and a forced delerium
and I don't know how to act
When it comes down to being human
But you'll probably never wanna be human again
After you realize that I'm just a ghost
The post-modern view of what love is
You can't find me unless you search
And your gut just starts to lurch
From the feeling of knowing that you'll never even touch
To feel the gripping painful rush
And my tears are just a salt bath
like bathing in the ocean
To a cloud the water comes back
That it makes the falling motion
Maybe that's why I love the rain
I can feel the pain from which it came
I can hear a faint voice in the white noise
Coming from all those good times with the boys
"I just wanna help you up here, and never let you down"
I gave in, I was high, and now I'm coming down
Now, I'm coming down
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