Look at me lost in this brooding pit I have created for myself

Yet again I've been burned by my overactive imagination

And yet again, lying at the bottom of this pit, I can't help but wonder what went wrong

And yet again the only answer I have come up with is me

Me, me, me and me

It's never you

It's never ever you

You did this to me

You got in my head

You infected me

Maybe there's something wrong with me

To be reminiscing over things that never happen

If I could bottle all of these made up memories
And drink them like they’re giving my sad soul life

I would do it in a single heartbeat

But I can’t

These bottles will remain empty

They could hold great things

They could hold everything that could be

The long nights

The endless conversations

Maybe one day they’ll hold me

And I’ll be trapped

One day