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 Iím 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.