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.


kiss the dirt.