Delirium.

What the hell is happening?

I'm fed up with this acting; actually, I'm frazzled with all that have something to do with my life at the moment.

I know I should be happy, but I'm not.

Sometimes everything seems awkward and large
imagine a Wednesday evening in March,
future and past at the same time.
I make use of the night, start drinking a lot
although not ideal for now it's all that I've got.
It's nice to know your name.

You don't know, you don't know,

you don't know anything about me.

An ocean, a lake I need a place to drown,
let's freeze the moment cause we're going down.
Tomorrow you'll be gone.
You're laughing too hard this all seems surreal
I feel peculiar now what do you feel
do you think there's a chance that we can fall.

You don't know, you don't know,
you don't know anything about me.
What do I know, I know your name.
You don't know, you don't know,
you don't know anything about me anymore.

I gave up dreaming for a while,
I gave up dreaming for a while.

I've noticed these are mysterious days,
I look at it like a jigsaw puzzle and gaze
with wide open mouth and burning eyes.
If only I could start to care,
my dreams and my Wednesdays ain't going nowhere.
Baby, baby, baby, you don't know.

You don't know, you don't know,
you don't know anything about me.
What do I know, I know your name.
You don't know, you don't know,
you don't know anything about me.