The sunlight seems like static.
A murmur in the attic.
Creaking cracks from studs my house
Is creepy late at night.

Unexplained pressure builds within
A motivational delusion begins,
I lay there feeling quite annoyed
And try to sleep again.

When the door begins to slam
And footsteps patter near the lamp,
And darkness seems to understand,
I wonder when Ill finally know.

This empty life and little spark,
This fadingness within my heart,
The ups and downs the endless art.
Of knowing love, alone.

My past mistakes,
My crimes and wrongs,
The others hurt,
The others gone,
Stillness haunts me all night long,
But they've moved on,
And sing me songs.