I'll be the whiskey the slithers down your pretty...
to help you forget her face...

The summers so close to dying
winter comes too fast...

This letter to you is hard to write.
it's a letter of goodbye...

I'm your empty canvas,
paint me any way you want...

A day late, an hour short.
I called you, but nobody was home...

I lay here awake.
For I can no longer dream...

I want to go home again.
To feel your touch around my arms...

I remember the days when we were friends.
Our friendship was like a popsicle in the summer's...

The monsters in your closet,
will never let you sleep...

If I could get the words out && write them...
I was wrong for falling in love with you...

You lay awake thinking about her.
Her face will never leave your mind...

With each step I took,
I felt the bitter pleasure rise in my breast...