Just kidding. But this doesn't have a title, so I thought I'd sing for you in place of it.
Lay back down.
These streets seem so deserted without you.
So, where are you?
This wind is blowing; it carried you away from me.
And I'm looking through this clear glass,
But everything's so vague.
"Step back from the edge of that grave."
Did you know that everyone knows?
This is when our lungs collapse,
And the beating of our hearts is not so persistent, anymore.
And the room falls, like the braces of the walls slowly decomposed.
Still, you weren't there for back up,
But I don't want to say this coffin closed.
I'll say I'm giving in. It's twelve o'clock, but where are you?
Sew these lips; they feel so useless,
Because I can't speak and I don't think they'll open just for you anymore.
