(0325) silent pop song

confined to our little space,
my brain's in a thick foggy haze
because all these words are probably a waste.
i survive the only way i know how.
the only paranoid one in the crowd,
and i keep all these thoughts to myself.
feel the future come to life in a dusty apartment when everyone is asleep.
i'm a few steps away from losing my sanity.. just trying to conduct some of your heat.

just in time for the water to leak,
i don't feel the ground under my feet
because i'm living my life through a daydream.
the effects of a bad mood and no patience
are not going to help me gain any new friends,
and the dizziness doesn't help me make much sense.
i get trapped in between the mirrors i keep staring at, and they won't disappear.
this feeling that i'm getting is starting to bother me, but i'm ignoring the fears.

to stay... or leave... and slowly decay...
with her, every day feels like the first day.