A prison without prisoners
A key without a lock
Me

I keep the gun without the bullets
I hold on without my fingers
I have the chest without a heart

There's no play, but I got the part
There's no song, but I have the lyrics
There's no love, but I can't hate you

A clam without a pearl
A fire without a flame
A world without me...

Left empty with nothing but dreams.
Pulling at the seams
Of an old, white dress.
It's time to confess.

It was the welcome flood
That pushed her along, left her sprawled
Awkwardly on the ground.
But it was his turn to fall
In his own blood.

It was like candy in your veins,
Like riding a horse without the reins.
Like a a day without rain,
The day he felt her pain.
The last -the only- time he looked into her eyes.

Left empty with nothing but dreams
She's not what she seems.
Like an old white dress.
Those dark stains have much to confess.

I feel
This turning deep inside my chest.
Their dancing steals
My heart from it's nest.

Wildflowers.
Swarms of white
Below the golden light.

I feel
This spinning inside my soul.
The bruises have begun to heal,
And something's filled the hole.

Flames will lick you up.
Angels will throw you down.
There's blood in your cup,
And in that blood you will drown.

When the smoke clears
And the moon comes out to play,
You will watch your fears
Rise. The skeletons in your closet will come to stay.

The world will be consumed in a lie,
And you will take the blame.
The layers of shame
Are the only truth to you.
When the end of the world comes
I promise no matter what you do
You will die.

Screaming in my mind,
Pounding in my heart.
I can't seem to find
Out why I'm falling apart.

I'm so tired of the rhymes
Falling like flame off my tongue.
I can't keep wasting time
Singing the same song I've always sung.

Run away
If you can't stay
With your soul.
But I'd be a fool
To make that hole.

Overcrowded.
Words, melodies, dreams that I forgot.
Where can I
Fit you in?

Claustrophobic.
The walls are coming down
In the worst of ways.
How many days
Can I see that same frown?

Person.
One has me caught
In a snare.
How could I have thought
Love would be fair?

If we can't last the night
Promise our explosion will be bright
Promise we can take their sight

They're a slave
To this agony
We're losing the brave

If we can't last the night
Promise we'll do one last deed that's right
Promise we'll take flight

They're a fire
In their righteousness
We're losing oxygen, beginning to tire

If we last the night,
If there is another day we can see,
Promise you'll **** me