I can't help it, hope you show up soon

Oh, I know it may be useless, this endless exercise in futility, but maybe it is in that very fact which lies the charm that will ultimately win you over. "...the quality of her futility was touching." My imagination might be the culprit, but at times I think that impenetrable Chinese wall of yours might finally have fractured. It must have, right? "There is a crack in everything. That's how the light gets in." Am I stuck in a mirage? When will the surreal drop its maddening prefix? Will you ever pull me from this liquid sky, this emerald dream? Pragmatism may win out at the end of the day, but I can't help it, I'm countin' on you.