What was it you were looking for?
Someone to hold you close and keep you warm?
Someone for you who will brave the storm
of the O'ercast and unlit path
Someone who dreams of you the way you can never see yourself
Or who takes the place of morning liquors
Who holds your hand into the sky
Who draws your aching lips neigh

But who could they be
This mystical, shapeless human dream?
A fantastical illusion of mass "perhaps"
Drink down the bitter relapse
They are not the one
And neither are you