and here i am again
standing down the vacant hallways
it gets me wondering
about the difference between
losing you and finding out that someone else found you
i’m tired of feeling like something you’ve misplaced
but don’t have the heart to look for anymore
i’m tired of wondering if you can tell the difference
between the absence of my voice and silence
but i learned that you can’t be the ****** weapon and be the search party
so down the vacant hallways
i just stand there in all of that quiet
like someone looking for a mistake on an eviction notice