Real Thing

My heart was smitten in your glow A feeling I have seldom known I can't buy a vowel, I'm nearly broke Am I dull, or am I stoned? Pain is what knowledge feeds the brain Enlightenment that you can't fake She talks like liquid adrenaline Impairing all my confidence I'm vomiting bullshit, tell me when Maybe I'm just drunk again It seems my pride is a canvas for doubt What a waste of a comedown I can't think about her, I'm in need Sleep deprived, in reverie It seems that neither can help me Oh what a shame, says history I feel like I am dreaming But I'm hoping it's the real thing