Songtext von Delusional

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