Strung Along

I'm having second thoughts

About this scheme

It can't be for real

It must be a dream

Dripping oil

Blast of steam

Engine on fire

Water from a stream

Breakdown

In communication

I guess I failed initiation

I guess I am neurotic

Crazy as the day is long

I guess I am psychotic

But you shouldn't have

Strung me along

Giving me hope

When I had none

Any hope I had

Now is gone

Emptiness is comfort food

Nothing to maintain

Nothing to preserve

And maybe we all get

What we deserve

When we make up

For the time we lost

The sentence to serve

When we stop

Getting on each other's

Last nerve