Baby, my hearts been breaking.
I'm here writing from a room.
its dark here, and the little light there is, is harsh.
I want to be under the blanket of void.
I want to have a word with you under the stars.
You.
Me.
The stars.
Look around.
Are you alone?
Even if you are, you aren't.
I've infiltrated the cloudy skies you call thought.
I've been to this place, touched the radiant hot sand.
Eyes burn like twin suns.
Hot,white,flash.
Flames are not anger, or pain.
Flames are passion, and I know it was here.
Its still warm.
Ash on ground.
Subject to your yearning.
When i laughed you smiled under a weaping woman.
This jukebox plays your emotions.
Give me a quarter, ill make you miss me.
Give me a dollar, you'll ask if your crazy.
They say crazy people couldn't ask that question.
Take no heed...they'll never know how crazy we get.
and by we, i mean you
and by you, i mean them
and by them, i mean we.
We.....
We do give it all
We dont get it back
and were giving all that we have
and depression leads to awareness.