Shapes That Talk

I wake up in a room

That remembers me

But the frames on the wall

Keep changing their faces

My hands pass through

What my eyes swear is there

Cup on the table

Shatters into air

Did I say that out loud

Or just think it too hard

Did you hold me last night

Or a ghost in your yard

I can't tell what is real and what is not

Every time I reach

The floor turns into rot

Is this your hand or a thought I forgot

I'm so tired

So tired

Of chasing shapes that talk

I can't tell what is real and what is not

Your name on my phone

Spells something strange

Letters rearrange

Like they're running from me

Your voice in my ear

Feels sharp and blurred

I mouth every word

But the sound won't agree

Did I lock all the doors

Or just picture the key

Are you standing right here

Or just looking like me

I can't tell what is real and what is not

Every time I breathe

My chest forgets to stop

Is this your face or a dream I once caught

I'm so scared

So scared

Of every thought I've got

I can't tell what is real and what is not

Tell me

If I bleed

Will the color stay

Or drip through the floor

And wash me away

If I scream your name

Will it bend the room

Or just ricochet

Inside this skull-shaped tomb (oh)

I can't tell what is real and what is not

Every mirror shows a stranger I am not

Is this my life or a lie I was taught

I'm so lost

So lost

In every twisting plot

I can't tell what is real and what is not

I can't tell what is real and what is—