Some empty spaces never fill up
You could never keep me
You could never keep up
And I could feel it heating up
A rhythm of bad luck.
I always speak in metaphors
So keep your ear to the floor
And when the door finally closed
I left you in your graveyard
Were the graves of our memories decompose. A ghost. A lost boy looking for home.  I'll leave you in your catacomb, I just know how you get off on feeling alone.