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. It'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 Iím 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.