You can't imagine me being me, you can only imagine you being me

You will not have breathed in vain
Your lackadaisical effort did enthuse
You linger like cityscapes taking a final bow
You're no Lear but still carry me joy

Liquid lovers and flaming friends
Like whisking liquor in a bowl of blaze
Rattles and flickers it delves me in still
For a heart in flames makes little to no sense

If I may ask
Did you beget
Did you lie
Did you forget
Did you cry

Did you sing
Did you whine
Or did you grow a wing
To match that wine

Limping lovers and flailing friends
Like a wet matchstick in the dead winter
If you may, I'll lend an ear too soon
For the livid bruise was all too lucid

The vicarious has yet to comprehend
Why why why they keep on pending
If there's a chance I'll let you know,
In a matter of time, in the manner of a mime