I bait you just to see if you'll say something
ask a question...

Late last night as it turned into morning
I stared at the ceiling as the sun was returning...

I know nothing ever lasts,
it ends just as it begins...

I don't think i can make a difference,
that it's too late for change...

To wait until every cold second ticks away
and to still be looking at you...

You say we're the same age
we're walking along the same page...

The central artery tunnel leads to his only way...
he clutches his carry on and plain blue sweats...

The ghosts of failure have always called to me
but only recently have i started answering...

In the upper corner of the attic i live in
among countless loads of ideas and opinions...

After months of empty noise
i hear the answers carried on the wind...

You say that you don't care
that the world is made of nothing...

You slid beneath your ruined day
pulled out your pride and went on your way...