"It's nothing Like the real thing
Because there's nothing really there
No smells, no tastes, nothing to feel or listen to.
Just weightless characters on a faceless screen
I can't even count the number of times today I stoped in my trackes
And shook my head
Smiling as I replay lastnight in my mind again and again
You are all at once the subject, object, predicate, and period of my thoughts"
Because there's nothing really there
No smells, no tastes, nothing to feel or listen to.
Just weightless characters on a faceless screen
I can't even count the number of times today I stoped in my trackes
And shook my head
Smiling as I replay lastnight in my mind again and again
You are all at once the subject, object, predicate, and period of my thoughts"
