there's static when in motion and heart rates lying down
split off on the sides for the chance of someone else
it's been several years and i still dream that you're gone
it's a life without speaking, without existing in tongues
the proof of living matches that of exhaustion
of riled up times doing something to force a mountain
but the pit is still there and it always will be
it's for no reason at all or the reason is nothing
still trying to know that it's gone without reason
but every notch down at least feels like a breath
or a step towards oblivion or even blue skies
it's ******* the poison out to make the blood clear
it's fumbling around for the bump in the night
and packing it in with everything to avoid a good talk
we're lying on top of nothing because the beams were stripped away
we're singing into darkness with salt passed off as happiness
and warmth only creeps between our toes when it's uninvited
and despite this growing landmark between countries
we can all still manage to fall asleep to the rain