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