Masquerading the role of endearment in hopes to fill the gapping hole
Reading between every line for a sign that the track I ride is true
Stuffing my head with lies and food to steal my attention from the elephant in the room
Learning to reason with sanity only to find the truth repleated by vanity
Meaningless it seems to be tethered to the grotesque delusion of hope
Pining for another's embrace, using dope to fill this hunger as a way to cope
Wishing someone out there will spontaenously ask me to elope
Yet alas my foggy mind clears, and my thoughts gain traction, instead of love, maybe I don't need another distraction