Vacant


The night bleeds day,
With every breath I take
Reality brings,
Bright eyes, smooth skin

So what is left from this,
A bottle of broken self
In a moment it'll all be gone,
Til the next time when it all comes back

Come on,
Feed a lie,
Watch the birth,
Kiss the dirt
Kiss it

Next time has come and gone,
What will bring the end,
A promise thrown into the night,
Or a little reminder

So what is left from this,
A bottle of broken self
In a moment it'll all be gone,
Til the next time when it all comes back

Feed a lie,
Watch the birth,
Kiss the dirt
Kiss it

Searching through these pieces,
Looking for your shadow
Getting closer all the time

Countless words,
In a sea of explanation,
Flailing to grasp,
A rock (to stand)

Shoulda let you go

Searching through these pieces,
Looking for your shadow
Getting closer all the time

Feed a lie,
Watch the birth
Kiss the dirt







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