Question Of Reality

I called today to say my goodbyes
Mistook your mood, I began to beg you
Promises kept like yesterday’s news
Thanks for the memories and thanks for the time
Thoughts come to me just like you came to me
So why do you stop as I’m beggin for more?
When you look at me is there anything to see but you
When you think about me is anything real at all?
Slowly draining away
It’s such a same, you’ve missed the point again
I can’t let reality seep in
I thank you
I only do it to feel you watch me
Confused intentions, you begin to beg me
Oh thoughts unreal, situations to see
Thanks for the memories and thanks for the time
Just like a voice that’s heard by a child
Hidden away too close to be seen
Why do you call as I’m waiting at your door
When you think about me, is anything real at all