Sleep and showers beckoning

Like knocks upon a door

Heartache spreads like rumored news

But i still ask for more

Staring through a keyhole

At the light that glows outside

Like watching family videos

The night after your loved one's died

Laying a puddle of my own sweat on the floor

I must let these demons out before they eat my core

Cannot stand to be here that much longer, i am sure

Why waste time living anymore?

I see my face

On your pack of cigarettes

I see your lungs

In every dying star

We lie awake at night

Two owls in a tree

Fading in and out

Of our immortality

I question everything

From myself to the sky

I hope that i might learn

A fraction of it all before i die

Praying in a huddle for a couple extra days

I can spend inside my house and use for coping with my ways

I imagine heaven as a room in which you stay

And i imagine hell as when you go away

I see my face

On your pack of cigarettes

I see your lungs

In every dying star

Why must we lay here?

Oh, why must we lay here?

Oh, why must we lay here?

Oh, why must we lay alone? alone?

I see my face

On your pack of cigarettes

I see your lungs

In every dying star

I see my home

In your fucking silhouette

I see my loneliness

In your absence