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. Wt'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 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