Dreams of past and future.
Our heads are someplace else.
Never in the present,
Because the present don't exist.
I know that it's improper,
But I really just don't care.
My heart is full of lead,
And my head full of air.

The truth is arbitrary,
Because all the truths are lies.
We live inside a world,
That lives while it dies.
Our lives are subject to,
Our fancy and imagination.
What once was false is true.
Its all a juxtaposition.

Paint the world in colors;
That just don't exist.
Paint by numbers sucks,
But abstracts more like it.
What future is impossible,
Just isn't right.
We live in our dreams,
Because we don't know how to fight.

Loving is just a phase.
That we will all grow out of.
They say its about commitment.
I say its about despise.
We never take off our mask,
Because we just love our disguise.
Living isn't easy.
If we open up our eyes.

Living in the present,
Just can't be true.
What we think of we thought of.
It all revolves around you.
Because the world is our own.
At least thats what we think,
But hearts are full of lead.
And lead surely sinks.