We're caught mid-air
the ground below...

You didn't ask lust to spread a
Sweet smile across my face...

She lands on his doorstep day after day
Looking like a dried-up sponge...

She's playing inside my head
Locking doors so no one gets in...

He lives on her every tear
Descending so slowly...

They cry in unison
Spitting every word back at you...

It's only in this light
That I see who you are...

A fun night out means drinking with your buddies
And not quitting 'till you can't stand up...

If you gazed into my glass
You'd see its bottom caked with dust...

Counting the cracks in the floor
I'm forced to look at my splintered hands...

She slams the cork in the bottle
Erasing each word on the crumpled page...

Hope was once the map
that led the blind man toward his home...