when sober is the new drug,
i'll be that little cut festering beneath your clothes.
do blood and tears make you feel less alone?
in the garden where you sleep,
did you hear the statues crying out your name?
i walk dead, dragging my hand against buildings as i pass,
soaking up red and green from the envy that i feed.
turn the picture frames down,
and you can cross out each face's eyes.
no one lives here.
they just leave, cheat, steal, or die.
your skin pale as snow in dead winter
pressed up against my lips.
she said her heart for me would beat forever,
how soon you forget.
i tried to plant a seed where nothing would grow,
this has all grown so cold.
and a memory of a summer scene
has faded into the cold.
my head against your chest,
your foot tapping against the ground.
to fill the absence of sound in a room without heat
and the void of a heart beat,
you're a void of a heart beat.
i just burned down the source of a thousand emotions
wasted on you and never again i'll think of...