filled with ache
sorrow seeps into
hollow places
sadness
sets up camp
for an indefinite
spell

the sky is fogged as is my head
hazy and blurred I cannot see what's ahead
what lies in the future and what's here in the present
tonight the moon won't be full, it will be nearly as empty as I; crescent

I've begun to think that maybe the fog is you
so long as you're in my head I will be dazed and confused it's true
I'm not sure what I'm saying I'm not sure what I'm doing
it's you it's you it's you it's you

I wish that youd look at me the way you look at her and not the way that I look at myself.