In the waking hours I see 

I’ve become the epitome 

The quintessential man of dreams 

The archetype, or so it seems 

But in the morning light I find 

In this state of mind 

These are notions falsified 

By shadows buried deep inside 



You’re too good for the likes of me 

You make me better than I ought to be 



I bit off more than I could chew 

And I might choke to death 

Devoured every piece of you 

And I can’t catch my breath 

And it’s all because of you 

It’s all because I bit off way more than I could chew 

And I can’t catch my breath 



Memories they speak to me 

And offer dreams that cannot be 

I think about this constantly 

What if things went differently? 

Would I have become a king? 

You were all encompassing 

But like the snowy death of spring 

My confidence keeps withering 



You’re too good for the likes of me 

You make me better than I ought to be 



Suffocating…cold and blue 

I have to stop comparing everything to you 

I’ll never find something new 

Comparing everything to you 

I’m delusional 



Suffocate these daydreams 

Overwhelmed by these delusions