it's kind of funny sitting here dwelling
feeling my throat all numb
and barely able to think
until i write the thoughts out somewhere
laziness? nah.. it's just pain
over... absolutely nothing
your mind can fuck you up when your imagination blends with reality
when the ipod's on shuffle, i get this image of you singing along with me
when i talk to friends, i hear your words come out of my mouth
when i see a familiar smile, i realize it's identical to yours
when i hear a familiar phrase, i realize it's the same one you always used
all my favorite bands are the ones i would listen to with you
it's funny how much i can relate to all your poems
it's as if you scanned through the scattered thoughts in my head
put em all in words, arranged it all pretty, and gave it back to me
it's like i'm walking in your shoes
following the path and direction you're going
except the shoes aren't yours, i made em for you
and your indecisive path leads to no where
i'm following a clueless leader
an idealistic, jaded, parallel version of me thrown into another body
as if we were once one, but ran into a fork in the road
each took our separate paths, but eventually collided again
why? because that's what i built you up to be
you are everything i never knew i wanted
and i see everything i wish i was in you
too bad i built you up to be something you're not
so now i just gotta figure a way to destroy it