Champagne Breakfast

Awake and faking bouts of grandeur just to keep me alive
I've never seemed so out of touch with living colors
As I fade back to white by tonight

Sympathy is wasted on me
It’s not like I don’t know
Bury me with the contents of the sea
It’s not like I don’t know

Explorations proving nothing have drove me insane
I’d wish to be a spark of happiness to strangers
But I’d rather be home, on my own

Reading all but the fiction
Wouldn't get you far
You have to know what you’re missing
Just to see who you are