Hanging By A Thread

You told me things, and I know they're lies, wrapped in those words are your greatest skies

This is hanging by a thread

I always felt like we puppets here, and people just pull our strings

Then label me crazy when I tell them that I see things

It's sad when you see your kid's face, and know you in a dream like the movie Inception

They turn around, no face to see

I went to the beach, and I heard the water speak to me

And the conversation we had, it brought me right to my knees

And I must've wiped my face with the sand, cause I couldn't see

Could a siren speak to me? Could it be