She's inches from me,
Holding a drink,
Looking coy and lovely.
Am I too shy to say "Hi, I'm Bry,"
"Are you from nearby?"
"What kind of music do you like?"
Overwhelmed by lust and I lose focus.
Floating down a stream of thoughts and I can't swim.
My imagination gives you fake personality traits --
I make up your name, your life story, your age, your ideal guy,
Blissfully living a lie.
It's about this time I realize
With anything I choose to do or not - it splits the world in two.
In one world, I speak. In one I bitch out.
I switch out of this human form, new dimensions I explore.
The universe is so vast that there must be another Earth,
With other humans on it, another me, another you at the bar
The experience of love seems to be the point of this little world we all share
So why don't we just embrace what we are?
There are trillions of stars,
And the world will just keep on spinning long after we're both gone...
I may as well move on...
On second thought, hell why not,
"Hey, what's up"
