What if I turn into you?
What if the hatred I put towards you
the ugly and the horrific outbursts
are just because you are me
and I am you?
What if I become the drunk?
What if at around 2 am
I am singing to you and all my other dead friends
and crying mercilessly?
What if I judge my kids and make them hate me?
What if I turn out to be you?
We shall wait.

Summer nights in Binghamton never seem to end
We crash, we fall, cause after all the moon is not your friend
So stumble home or where you'll moan for at least half the night
Embrace your fears, keep me near, lets end in the right light

I am not here I've lost my mind.
Somewhere in the realms of time.
With vacant eyes and empty soul,
I survive on bread alone.
Drowning in my calls for help
Choking on a stuttered yelp
I reach my hand out to be saved.
Praying my faith won't be in vain.