Dreaming Of Throwing Up - A Wilhelm Scream

So I’m looking at this bottle, and this bottle, it speaks to me.

It says get off the f**king 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 f**king 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.