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.