Sweet Surreal

I’m holding on a rope,
holding on to hope
that apathy will
leave my mind alone.
Oh, and all the winding roads
that I’ll never know
are calling me to
try to get to know them.
Say it isn’t so,
I will go wherever I want to.
One single ticket there,
I don’t care, anywhere,
and I only want
to buy a one-way fare.
Look at me one last time,
don’t know if I’ll survive,
and I won’t return
as long as I’m alive.
Say it isn’t so
I will go wherever I want to
my sweet surreal.
All the measures of a man
that no one else can stand,
and I am he, will you
remember me
if I forever leave you?