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 itll 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 itll 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.