Real house wibes (desperate house vibes)

I bury myself in the clouds In the secrets, in the desires To find myself as them 'Cause I can't just pick up a story And make it the whole of who I am 'Cause I can't just pick up a story And make it the whole of who I am He's seen into your eyes, something is awry And you're making him sigh for that special life You want to break into his mind, but you're too damn nice How can you be so kind? And you may think that you will see me again But when was the last time I called a friend? You know I feel it's really, it's been over a while Can say, in many ways, I've already died 'Cause I can't help but trust the stories To make of the whole of who I am 'Cause I can't help but trust the stories To make of the whole of who I am He's seen into your eyes, something is awry And you're making him sigh for that special life You want to break into his mind, but you're too damn nice How can you be so kind? And you may think that you will see me again But when was the last time I called a friend? You know I feel it's really, it's been over a while Can say, in many ways, I've already died