This is the first gym class heroes song I ever heard back in 2010. I remember the day clearly, me and my best friend were in an office building awaiting an answer.
She was listening to one of the ear buds, and I, the other. She turned it on and then gripped my hand as if to say that she needed to know that I was real and that I would be there to feel her pain. The tune started playing and I listened.
The song sung the sad lullaby of someone who can't bear to face the reality that is before them. It sings to the tune of knowing that part you play and living the life that you were handed with ease. The life you begin to lead is one filled with empty relationships, empty promises and is an empty life. It is not reality, it is a self-made mirage.
Getting high to replace the pain with something that makes us warm. A temporary release, the peace and enjoyment that comes with the physical reaction to these substances. But when you come down the reality about the nightmare that you are in comes back to knock on the door of your conscious.
So run away, deeper and deeper into that hole of denial and blind satisfaction. don't factor the cost. Let the emotions of your new reality envelope your being. And cling on to it because it will be a wild ride. The higher you get, the lower you go.
So when the white-girl of drugs and lust calls, when the bottle calls out for a drink, when the nights grow long and the days are grey. Are you going to run away into the dream, or are you going to get up and face the day before you?
I tried both. I fell into the self-made mirage and believed every bone of a lie that I tossed. But the dream ended. Reality is hard, and the pain that can haunt our existance is powerful. But neither drugs nor time can fix what ails us.
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