So I'm looking at this bottle, and this bottle, it speaks to me. It says get off the fucking train, so I jumped down. 

These metaphors are for assholes, and I'm not different. I'll get to what I mean, but slowly.

Roses and poetry; that's all you want to be?

It's not alive, and not dead. It's looking for a reason to be.

Not alive, and not dead. You give me goals impossible and I get further from my own.

If these were lies then I wouldn't be leaving. You had to need me.

I tried this once before. It's just as insulting. What for?

It's not alive, and not dead. Looking for a reason to be?

Can we find a balance, a medium?

My anger was a heavy weight you bore. Now I'm balancing meteors. I want to see you.



But not alive, and not dead. Show me what you used to be.

I was looking at this bottle and the words made sense to me, because it was all a fucking dream. 

A lie.

I'm not alive, and IĂ­m not dead. I just see my goals are impossible and I get further from them all.

These mocking words. We buried both.

What a world without you holds, I had to know.