As soon as my eyes focus, I see nothing is as bright as I thought it was,
Including your eyes.
And I'm stepping back from this cliff's edge that I've called home.
That's after I realized, these numbers on the clock,
They never stop. Only advance, while the broken mirrors multiply.
I don't want to lose myself in your eyes,
Blue like oceans, unpoluted, but don't save me if I drown.
If I'm ever out of line,
Just hang me with the necklace that you bought me a year ago.
It's losing grip.
And this ship of ours is sinking in the mess that you made.
So smoke another cigarette, 'til you lose me like the fluid in your lighter.
I guess you lit me up and let me go, too many times before.
