Real house wibes (desperate house vibes)

I bury myself in the clouds
In the secrets, in the desires
To find myself as them

'Cause I can't just pick up a story
And make it the whole of who I am
'Cause I can't just pick up a story
And make it the whole of who I am

He's seen into your eyes, something is awry
And you're making him sigh for that special life
You want to break into his mind, but you're too damn nice
How can you be so kind?

And you may think that you will see me again
But when was the last time I called a friend?
You know I feel it's really, it's been over a while
Can say, in many ways, I've already died

'Cause I can't help but trust the stories
To make of the whole of who I am
'Cause I can't help but trust the stories
To make of the whole of who I am

He's seen into your eyes, something is awry
And you're making him sigh for that special life
You want to break into his mind, but you're too damn nice
How can you be so kind?

And you may think that you will see me again
But when was the last time I called a friend?
You know I feel it's really, it's been over a while
Can say, in many ways, I've already died