out of my head and into yours
into yours and into a fog
and away and away the nightmare begins
being a been and a half on a had
didn't you wish you had me back
a call late night, a drive to your house
trance as an effect
a rejected cause just because it is mundane
between sleep between the fog
between the knowing of where I was
I slip, my mistake in focusing in the dreary blue
so I step up and walk slowly
because there is no reason to speed
I've been here before
where I called you late
while you were sleeping
I was confusing reality
fading back into a surrealism of love
and once I felt I was drowning
that is when it hit me
that is when you died
and I woke up with a hangover