What keeps you up at night?
I wouldn't say me..
I see you out there looking for another me.
How many have you taken to your bed to fill the mere memory of me?

How long does it take before you're back there?
Swimming alone in our memories after they leave?
Lighting me back on fire in your dreams.
A repeat of me leaving permanently stained by the doing of your own hands.

How long will you keep this facade up that you're happy.
The lie of pure happiness when you're nothing but sad.