i'm delusional losing fuel & falling fast the thought of losing you, like you're a hologram a mirage, as i swallow sand, extending my hand like demi, i'm whoopi, you're sam a ghost; so far away, not even close to where i am here i am; mr. always prepared not a dude that gets scared looking at you like i'm scared in the mirror, loosing my hair playing musical chairs, going in circles on my tip toes, so it tickles; in hopes i don't hurt you till this goes, silent like logan & brisco, on the case; i'm the heat showing defiance, in the face of defeat praying the pain escapes me lying, on the floor dying; albums strewn across the room i'm blake on his trumpet, escaping in beats tunes, tempos, instrumentals, heart pumping wide awake; but asleep can't focus on nothing but why you ain't here with me wait… why you ain't here with me hating me, lately, for allowing you to take me to, the places you take me pouting like a child do; having your way with me knowing when you say baby, instantaneously i'm aiming to please; living dangerously untaming the beast; anger breeds, under my fleece like triston, the legend, full of aggression this ain't real, it can't be it's just one of them dreams, revamping i'm a mess in this game of chess ingesting bliss versus conflicts with someone who doesn't exist