This vapor tastes like yesterday,

and this drink smells like rage

Bleeding sorrow,

with every breath I take

All I do is sit in the smoke,

hallucinating words that sit in this cloud

Flying so high,

I may never come down

A once mythical creature,

has since become all too real

Fear of closing my eyes,

for it may disappear

Christmas treats come months before,

numb my body, my lips, my gaze

Make me dizzy with every sip,

until I cannot remember how I got to this place

All of these vices,

no reason to give them up

They bring me closer each day,

and my time will surely lessen as I refill my cup

What are the chances that I met you,

living in a world colored in blue.

I have no authority over my heart,

only an image of us that has been torn apart.

The blue has bled into all of my clothes,

giving me nothing but migraines and drives on empty roads.

What are the chances that we are both here,

in this world that breeds nothing but fear.

Fear and loneliness push us around,

but I have no where to look now except the ground.

Statistically we have beat the odds,

based on the probability of us being here at all.

What are the chances that I ever move on,

I guess it doesn't matter because it's the end of the song.

I breathe water,

you breathe air.

You had doubts,

mine were never there.

I shut down,

you explode.

You had your reasons,

mine you could not decode.

I am a Pisces,

You are a Libra.

You were dealing with crises,

and I with my cerebral.

Yes I am the fish,

but you have all my scales

So I've forgotten how to breathe underwater,

because you aren't there.