Dreaming of Throwing Up

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 no different

I'll get to what I mean slowly

Roses and poetry

That's all you want to be?

Not alive, not dead

Not alive, not dead

Not alive, not dead

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

I wouldn't be leaving, you had to need me

I tried this once before

Just as insulting, what for?

Not alive, not dead

Not alive, not dead

Not alive, not dead

Show me what you used 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

Not alive, not dead

Not alive, not dead

Not alive, not dead

Show me what you used to be

I was looking at this bottle

And the words made sense to me

'Cause it was all a fucking dream

A lie

I'm not alive and I'm dead

I just see my goals are impossible

And I get farther from them all

Mocking words

We buried both

What a world without you holds

I had to know