I met you in a sea of people
Makes me feel like it's real
I can't really tell now
Guess I just gotta take some time to heal

Anywhere in between the throwaway poems
And the melancholy music
Where my bed becomes my home
I'm losing it
Just when I thought I had you

The mornings become long when
Your tongues running dry
And you're not thirsty
For anything other than a numb
And I'm, I'm trying to pick up the crumbs
But the floor boards grow farther apart everyday

We're getting older faster
And history is last year
I fear I'm losing time darling
I can't even tell if a future of you and I is near

It's an odd feeling to not know if you're willing to wait for the future
Or have it taken away in your sleep
A freak accident, an existential leap
I want those chemicals to tell me I'm going somewhere more
Then here
What a high it would be, all that DMT
In you brain, just slipping through the seams

And here I fiddle my thumbs
Indulging myself in nostalgic songs
Where do I find the time
To redo all my rights and wrongs
Think it's bout time I get out of bed
Before the only thing I have left is my head