strange moments like these seem a lifetime ago
and part of someone else's past
they sit back in one dark corner of my brain
waiting for me to think about them again.
when i've been drinking too much
or see an old friend in my sleep
or hear an old song or smell a smell
that i just can't remember what it means to me
oh when my dreams mix
with my memories
it's tough to tell them apart
and after enough time passes by
separating them is so hard
it makes me wonder
if what i recall
isn't real at all...
it makes me wonder
if the past i remember
is make believe
just fantasy...
a figment as they say
product of a warped imagination
the result of too many drugs
others call it creative insanity
oh yes they get it
but no one listens to them
so they all shake their heads
and settle for a big weird group hug
but i'm not like that
i know what's going on
i know i'm in control
just don't follow me ok
i march to my own drum
now let me sleep
i have my future to create...
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