through the windows of another idea
and into the depths of the idealism they've formed
around the whole sanctity that's building
and filling in the cracks of the pane you smashed.

with a whiskey bottle out of rage,
broken glass fell in an instant and all has fallen
we're filling in the space it's left
with tape and hopes to keep the chill out.

out of the room and into another
just to breathe for a little while without a dream
in mind; we're dying for a change to fall
upon our laps and down through our veins.

emptied of all your belongings
and now filled with ideas of what it'd be like
with another who'd filled your shoes
just as quickly as they'd been emptied; full.