I wonder what you'd say to me,
if Time could stall and talk.
Would we reminisce of summers spent
or bicker 'til the dawn?

'Cause life's a loop of distant thoughts
rippling blindly through the void.

Sometimes I think if I were sober
this would make a little more sense.
It feels like my life's all over.
Or maybe I'm a little too dense:

I only know what they say
when they say what I know.

Sometimes I think  that my heart's troubled,
like everything is a little amiss.
Then again, my feelings are muddled.
I can't tell agony from bliss.