Between Reality and Dreams

Walk up to me in your dirty shoes
How can we be so similar when you're all fucked up?
Walk up to me not letting me choose
Between reality and dreams that ruin my backup

Hey, what's the point of saying it out loud?
I know I'd like you so much more if you were powder
Hey, what's the point of being so proud?
Besides my running nose all I hear is your cheering crowd

Misery will be your gift
Once it figures out what emotions to lift
And I know that boy will be my gift
Once he figures out that what he does, I can't resist

I can still pick up the smell of your clouds
And in your actions remains the reason I lost those pounds
If you're a hypocrite keep running your mouth
Then just go on and fill mine with liquids from the south

Hey, what's the point of looking at me?
Pretend you are concerned but then don't give a fuck bout what you see
Hey, what's the point of staring at me?
I see your mission, but when you're dead, only then I will agree