I am scared and I reach out for you but the storm that moved in makes it so hard to touch
Tend to shiver when I look through blown glass, it been too long since my last cry
Pick up the phone and dial only to hang up, how can I convay how weak my knees get
Healing your open wounds, even mending the scars

Waiting to kill the loneliness created by the blank stares of pairs towards each other
I want to fall, stumble down to the basement, moisture in the air is hard to bare
Makes me want... breath is short...courted by illusions of my purpose

I understand that in my darkness stems a poem's song
You never commented on the heart I place on your bathroom mirror
Go now.. far away.. to fade from before
Doom doom da da...