It's odd that I love my life like this.
Reality's taste has hints of hell;
I stand the smell by ignoring it.
I swear that life isn't what it seems.

To stop the pain, I can give up hope.
I'll let myself wait for what won't start.
I feel alive, dreaming ways will part.
Right now, I am numb to ev'ry thing.

This life tries to break my naive heart.
Too far, it's not near enough to sting.
I recognize when I hear a buzz.
Relaxed I just let it do its thing.