Dulled Graveling / Cry with Laughter

My golden voice won’t whisper when it’s called upon
My hardened eyes won’t expunge the light you cast until its fleeting
The dulled graveling is stinging each blind eye spiraled unto itself
But I wonder if it’s real? Listen, I wonder if it’s real
I wonder if it’s real, I wonder if it’s real
Your blessings siding with me no matter their origin
Your sulking staving the yellow carnations I plucked for you
Your reasons paving their last goodbye as your taunts remain exposed
I hold depreciation between my two fingers
I wonder if it’s real
You make me cry with laughter and it seems so surreal
You make me wonder if you’re even with me now
And everything just turns around when I startle myself
Startle myself
You make me cry with laughter
You make me cry with laughter
You make me cry with laughter and it seems so surreal
You make me cry with laughter
You make me cry with laughter and it seems so surreal