You were right about me, it hit me today.
Through the city I traipsed, through its lonely greys.
At once it all hit me, I have "no real connection".
I held no promise ring and with my hand on your hips
And you on my lips I still didn't feel a thing.
With the smoke in the air and the cutting red,
I could be sat in hell here right on your bed.
We all become what we hate, lets call this my fate?
I can't find myself of late.
So it seems that the empty space has s**ed the life force out of me.
We are all such bitter souls, with no concern for repercussions.
You don't say a lot but you say too much.
Don't put your hand out you wont feel my touch.
I deliberate as we talk, calibrate too much.
Your eyes are crash victims, tonight I'm their crutch.
Then like a coffee nap, back to the room
I snap with caffeine shakes. Can I stay? I can't.
As I pace out the door, I let out a sigh.
I get closer each time.