Fighting Fire With An Empty Bottle
I love it when no one notices that I'm missing, regardless of how hard I slam the door or how quiet the room may get. The lack of my presence goes un-noticed. Well fuck love and fuck life- fuck the ones who keep looking through me...it hurts. I can't stand it...I can't blame them. I hate to sleep alone. Anyone will do. A liar, an actor-the great pretender. I miss the touch. I hate the void. If emptiness could kill, I would be dead. But I'll be alright. I have been for years. I'll keep living through my mask and through my friends whose lives feel full. I'll drown my pain in this bottle for now. I'll pace the stairs to my apartment, like thats where I want to be. I'll Look past my down blankets and pillows that I share with myself. I'll Look past the couple sleeping on my living room floor. I'll Look past my false hopes and go home. Just go home and pretend its over and that everything will be alright.
This is the only lonely picture Waiting on my floor Littering my shelf This is the last true burning letter Given to a girl Written by a boy Living in a world Created to destroy But if I build you a city would you let me in? Would you tear it down?
But there you go for the last time. I finally know what what I should have known then That I could still be ruthless if you let me But there you go and I'm not done You're waving goodbye well at least you're having fun The raising tide will not let you forget me Forget me
This is your ghost that kneels before me Razors on her tongue A body full of oxygen It won't be the last time you ignore me The thinning of my skin without the strength to go The winters setting in To cover you in snow But if I build you a city would you let me in? Would you tear it down?
But there you go for the last time I finally know now what I didn't know then That I could still be ruthless if you let me But there you go and I'm not done You're waving goodbye Well at least you're having fun The raising tide will not let you forget me Forget me
And I'll raise towers and climb them Rivers and walk them Oceans to drown in You won't make a sound
But there you go for the last time I finally know what what I should have known then That I could still be ruthless if you let me But there you go and I'm not done You're waving goodbye Well at least you're having fun The raising tide will not let you forget me Forget me