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 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 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.