going back in time, that's my crime Feeling off the weather, however I'm sleeping, don't wanna face reality was better bingeing upon virtuality thought that I was a poet, for a moment the moment's gone, we are wise You started hating, ketchup and fries? over you, is a ray of light, until now, it was out of sight. I began to ruminate, Your rhythm was innate. I'm sleeping, I didn't sow, yet I'm reaping, I'm weeping. A while ago, I was oblivious I realized, we both were imperious.