Covered by a blanket of drugs
I romanticize the thought of us
Obsessing over what used to be
The rules don't apply to me
Spiders ants & cockroaches
We all dance the same
And are equally obnoxious
My eyes focus on pinpoint spots
My peripherals bask in the dark
Tunnel vision testament
I get drunk to make a statement
And secretly enjoy my newfound predicament
I watch with steady ease and odd contentment
As the world slowly stops spinning
I see without looking
And watch without knowing
St. Elmo's fire fresh in my mind
A lake of fire I wish was mine
To admire and manipulate
'Cause real life never quite gets it right
Maybe one day the world will find
What it takes to undermine
This reality that's plagued our time
And overcome the cynic mind