The 8 mile walk to the time machine Bugs Bunny used when he was Lost in Time

Trapped in my head,
not knowing where home is,
this must be the reason,
why I can't control this.

The love behind your smile,
being ahead for a mile,
can't catch up,
even if I run all the while.

Kind ventures, 
hidden behind your gestures,
buried by the tough, harsh texture,
of my mind's ill lecture.

The bottle is a friend,
with a problem that sees no end,
following a destructive trend,
whenever you're not holding my hand.

The years go fast when you're just a little fly that has no perception of time

 I've seen you going through my thoughts again,
try to make up of what's inside my head,
slowly reading through my old mess.

Haunted by the past in the present,
the remarks that were made all lacked of presence,
everything I said is just void in essence.
Sincerity for us was an abundance of lies,
so we blossomed into wingless, motionless flies,
haunted by the present in the past.

So once again,
I've written the issues on a list,
trying to find out the gist.

Riding a rickshaw through the uneven lines in my hair that I made when I tried cutting my hair

 I tried to be a changed man,
so I shaved the sides of my head,
but it quickly grew back out,
now I'm drowning in pointless doubt.

Could it be what you said,
cause it haunts me when I'm in bed.
Few words on repeat,
just seem stuck in my head.

I tried to be a changed man,
but habits don't die young,
running up on empty,
ever since I left me.
And my confidence is tanking,
I just need my better half,
but they're all getting busy
with things that never meant.
So how's the weather, lady?
and is your dog eating well?
Should I bother bout your family,
cause you seem so uninterested.