I'm drunk on dreams of love and happiness. Intoxicated. Too numb to feel them anymore.
I nestle in the cobwebs of faded dreams. A broken psyche. Hopes that don't matter anymore.
I walk the world half asleep. Half aware. Half alive. Pushed beyond the point where it doesn't matter anymore.
I close my eyes and try to think of those dreams I used to love. But they're hollow. And I don't care anymore.