Surrounded by empty parts of a forgotten past
Chasing myself around to end up in the same place as last
I spiral all night on a bed beaten by time and mistakes
Just to sleep in segments of new horror in a different time of space

Helplessly in love with the possibility that you may impossibly have what I'm looking for

Hounded by remedy crooks with cold coffee and platitudes

Abandoned by the church of the broken, to fall back into poisonous loving arms

Now I'm talking to the walls and crying with the windows
Spinning with the ceiling and alone in our bedroom
Remembering the promises made in a 101 proof haze
Living on borrowed time remembering yesterdays