the cigarette smoke accumulating in my head
starts to degrade my thoughts over time
to a point where what I now know
contradicts with everything I've ever thought to believe true

I’m uncomfortable with a crowded room
partly because there’re so many personalities mashing into one
and too many conversations being held out of spite
i’m restless to the idea of meaningful small talk
because I truly do not believe in it’s existence
no one is happy to be here
and we’re all drowning our sadness
in different ways that no one would ever know
we're forcing ourselves to become one
and I will never understand

every cigarette I've ever smoked made me weak
because every time I inhaled the fumes
it sank right into my heart
and seemingly found you

No one wants to love you at 4 AM
because no one is awake
just go back
to that corner in your head
and find someone to love in your dreams
because baby no one loves you
why can't you get that through your head?
No one is awake to be loved - but you and your dreams

creative mind but a more painted soul.
baby this is pure happiness, just stay with me
inside my head things are much better
follow me to my dreams i know you’ve been here before

my mind has deeply forgotten my relevance to the world
because these compulsive movements are beginning to engulf my sanity
but i loathe every second of not being able to feel something impossible
because i’ve been able to surge into the depths of my own soul
to prove that happiness can and will exist under the sensible psyche

but with a couple drinks of *****
maybe you'll love me again
and we'll be together
but then again
being passed out on your bathroom floor
with pills in my stomach
only reiterates how hopeless and how crazy i am to only see you
in my drunken dreams