Butterfish

A while's not meant to mean a long time
One means the other and the other's not enough
To describe how time seems to slip by
And we used to get by
Living the same lies
And yet all the moments didn't even feel slow
If you're watching the grass don't expect it to grow
Turn away, spin around
Shut your eyes for a while
And before you can say hello you're greeted with a smile

Picture this
While I'm going crazy
The feeling I'm about to explode
Creeps in
And I know I'm slipping out of my mind
If you couldn't hear me then, can you hear me now

Away from reality you've caught a disease
Don't know what to do, how to act or who to please
Floating on a cloud made of who knows what
I could never get away with something that I'm not
Take a drop shot in my blind spot
Aiming at the fever that you can't knock off
Skipping social bullets with apparent ease
Don't know what to do, how to act or who to please