how can you be dead;

when you're always in my head?


they call it dreaming;

shows how much they know


i know it's grieving;
a memory i wish I didn't know.


they say that your dead;
but they're not in my head.

you said we could save ourselves;


the who was the one who doomed us?

(theyre framed all along our walls)



the truth you never wanted to see;

(the lie i had to tell myself)


we got what we deserved;

emptied ourselves, shot full of holes





...but something empty
can only be refilled


(the lies I have to tell myself)

The ink stains my hand;
where your hair had always been


Paper, white, bites my skin;
your fingers caress instead


Look away, the sky is my refuge;
its blue {your eyes pierce my skin}


Eyes shut, listen to the music;
but its your voice there instead


*(please, gods help me;
its always you instead)