Mountains of the Moon - A Cutscene

Room all darkened down, just a cellphone
The stampeding time, upper left corner
I have to get up in the morning

You left many weak weeks ago
I guess I've held out for a miracle
and held myself prisoner

I tell my friends
to love themselves
in the face of undeservedness

But when I'm alone
I bathe in scorn
I just cannot relent

Suffocating, stuck in a cutscene
A fantasy world on a flatscreen
A loophole into a dead end street
and,
What am I supposed to be doing?
My map was of a world with you in
Now I am lost and losing

And I tell my friends
That I will be strong again
Just so they don't go around worrying

But when I'm alone
in the mirror, on the bathroom floor
I just cannot pretend