Another six pack pipe dream on a saturday night , pretending he´s all right.
What would he say?
If i said that he's wasting away.
The time it takes to heal it takes to fall.
I said-jack don't you understand?
That the liquid you demand is bringing you down.
I can still see him frown.
The time it takes to fight it takes to die.
To sleep , perchance to dream.
Perchance to find some peace of mind.
And when i saw him acting out yesterdays role , noticing the absence of soul.
How did i feel?
Did it feel unreal?
The time it takes to see it takes to live.
To sleep . . . . .
And when you saw me leaving my life behind.
When you saw me acting like you...how did you feel?
