Prank Calls

A little pixie is on the way
To break my heart and now
I'm on a sailing ship to nowhere

A flat emotion takes my time
And leave inside my mouth
A tast of blueberry and spice

Poker-faced eyes have been mine just for a while
Another drink and I'll be safe at least for tonight

My life is tasteless
And wishful sleep's never enough
So I empty bottles
I've no pillow where I can hold my head
And you..

Got to understand the truth