Hopelessly motivated lies Give way like gospels to my eyes in their endless inquiry Black skied midnight I have only to delight in my suffering
I sit in this chair for way too long Waiting for the world to writhe beneath my feet I lost my self when I lost you Now it's better left in chains than to be free
I'm cheating on my loneliness tonight With bottles that make these things alright until they dissipate I hear own reflection as it tells me That we cannot give ourselves, we are our own
Am I dreaming?
I've got nothing left of you Just aphorisms to resort to
