you say you miss the buzz of the city
but all you miss is the light in your eyes
I want to know the last time you really felt life meant anything
and the last time you went to bed thinking you really were the best you could be
we chase butterflies and count sheep
but in the end all we are is a daydream away from the edge of reality
and we pretend to our minds we don't need food or sleep to function
our bloodshot eyes a cry for help
or a stab in the dark
and it's then that we realize
we're all looking for someone to take away the pain
and bring us back
to the city