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.