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.