There are no promises, no rules
No anything
Just the two of us and my cloud of confusion
Don’t worry about it
  it obviously bothers me more than it does you
You wouldn’t even see it, can hardly even sense it
Even though it wraps around my head like a dome
  harmless to all except the possessor
  no ill effects found for the cause, the creator
Except maybe eventual detachment
That wouldn’t bother you much, would it?
You say it would but I can see otherwise

You’ve always told sweet irresistible lies
  feeding chocolate to a diabetic
Sad how I only notice once I’ve consumed it
Fueling the disease, little by little
But I don’t care because it’s just too good
Poisoning my insides but it doesn’t matter much to you
  you get your benefits, I get my temporary happiness
Win-win in the eyes of Mr. Smoke-and-Mirrors

I know the trick:
  Smoke for obscurity and mirrors for deception
It’s all so obvious that I should just turn away
It’s all been done before
But it gets so hard when you make it all seem interesting

I get so fixated