Hallucination - Methodology

Lemme tell you a little story bout this girl I saw

Soon as she caught my eye I heard rock guitars in the background

Cause she had so much edge and so much style

And plus the body was stacked now

This girl was out of this planet

She took my breath away

I’ve never been asthmatic

But I was for that one day

Oh how could this be?

Can anyone possibly

Be as perfect as she?

So I came to this conclusion:

She was just an illusion

All those guitars

Were sustained in my brain

All day and night

They nearly drove me insane

I couldn’t get the image of her face

To go away

She was just stuck in my brain

Was she really real?

She didn’t feel quite real…

Next day I saw her again

She walked up to me with a friendly grin

She asked me, «What time is it?»

And I replied, «It's about 3:56 in the afternoon.»

My tongue hanging out like an animal

She make me wanna wild out and act a fool

But I kept it together and played it cool

Oh, Was she just a mirage?

Cause when I blink my eye’s

Poof

She was gone

And never to be found

So I came to this conclusion:

She was just an illusion

(Chorus)

When something seems

Way too good to be true

It usually is

And so I’m left to assume

That she’s nothing more than

Just a figment of my

Wild imagination

Or a hallucination

Is she really real?

She doesn’t feel quite real…

Oh the guitars were ringing in my ear

Long after she disappeared

And I saw her face almost everywhere I turned

You see it’s been awhile since then

And I never saw her again

But I’m waiting for the day that she’ll return

(Chorus)

Is she really real?

She doesn’t feel quite real…