Breath taker, smile faker (That's you.)

I had this weird dream. There was a crowd of people in my house and one of them was you. (I told you it was a dream) I can't remember much. You're pretty forgettable. At the end we got into a fist fight in my basement. That was the only realistic part.
Back to my rambling.
Perfection is out there, somewhere. The game is to find it. Lives are just a video game for some other thing out there and so far I think we're losing. We're all in this together. The point of it all is just to save ourselves from ourselves. Everything we call tradgedies we've brought onto ourselves. Everyone says the end is near, I say it is only beginning. Somewhere those things are just watching us on a giant screen and they can't believe it. That how bad it is out here. You probably think this too but we don't dare speak of it. You've got more life in one little finger than in my whole body. Scientists won't believe this but they've pronounced me dead for over a year. Sometimes half a life isn't enough. (8/16 is pretty lousy rap sheet) May we follow wherever The Adventure leads.

I’ve got disappearing down to a science.