I will state my case;nyes, I've wasted all these daysnjust letting all my hopes mislead me in a hazena sad clichénbut her absent smile has left me dazednI won't use spite to find my waynnall of my thoughts are soothing illusionsnthe start is new but I saw the ending scenenin this motorcycle daydreamnanticipation wrapped in confusionnevery bit of sense left along the linenthere's a motorcycle daydream in my mindnnI could need a handnand I truly never plannednto go and fuck it up again and here I standnmisunderstandnevery bit and piece, there's no small cluenhelping me get closer to younnthinking ahead of time is my weak partnself-dramatizing, trusting what I've foreseennin this motorcycle daydreamnwishful events will orbit my lit heartnplain sick of all the things I can't leave behindnthere's a motorcycle daydream in my mind