I made my bed, I'll lay in it
Is it too late to pray again?
'Cause I turned my room into my only safe place
Now I can't get out, I can't get out
Tell me, what's it like?
What's it like?
Tell me, what's it like?
What's it like?
Dreams were never meant to live inside
Fantasies are meant to inspire reality
A dream is a blueprint for life
Eventually, an offer presents itself from inside of us…
A small, nagging voice that says
“Why bother? You can live inside the blueprint.”
Meanwhile, reality collapses, and everyone's too busy living inside a dream to notice
So, here I find myself
In a place neither here, nor there
Fighting to stay grounded in reality
Fighting to never stop dreaming
Liminal