Dreaming of throwing up

So I'm looking at this bottle, and this bottle, it speaks to me
It says get off the fucking train, so I jumped down
These metaphors are for assholes, and I'm not different
I'll get to what I mean, but slowly
Roses and poetry that's all you want to be?

It's not alive, and not dead
It's looking for a reason to be
Not alive, and not dead
You give me goals impossible and I get further from my own
If these were lies then I wouldn't be leaving
You had to need me.

I tried this once before. Wt's just as insulting. what for?
It's not alive, and not dead. Looking for a reason to be?
Can we find a balance, a medium?
My anger was a heavy weight you bore. Now I'm balancing meteors
I want to see you

But not alive, and not dead. Show me what you used to be
I was looking at this bottle and the words made sense to me
Because it was all a fucking dream
A lie.
I'm not alive, and not dead
I just see my goals are impossible and I get further from them all

These mocking words. We buried both
What a world without you holds, I had to know