The only problem with being here is you're not.

[littlepunkrosie]

lying in a heap
and crumpled on the floor
my face is in familiar hands
comforting myself again.

my chest rises and falls
with each sob that escapes
it's just a production line now
tear, tear, tear, tear.

they don't stop
and they can't anyway
the 'off' button is broken
and i'm crying for you.
crying for me
crying for everything we were
and everything we could have been

i'm sprawled across the floor now
a pathetic carcass in greener pastures
the insides are ruined
the outside looks fine

you stole my broken heart
sliced it to the core
watched the blood pour out
and ran away, laughing

this keeps me away from you
this loss.
nothing moves me anymore
and without the familiar drumbeat
of my spanish heart
i do not exist

we were nothing
we had nothing
we were everything
we had it all

motionless like that
the tears run smoothly
down a tear-stained face
that manufactures sadness
over and over again.

the 'off' button is broken
and i don't sleep anymore
it's not like i could
even if i wanted to.

you don't whisper 'goodnight'
and you're not here to lie next to
your arms don't fit around my body
and your lips don't find mine in the darkness anymore