i thought of you this morning when i was stood up for lunch
and i drove by your neighborhood
but that house is emptier than even my stomach
now churning, and up to no good
and it's not from the food
(or the lack of it all)
but a process now picking up pace
a cancerous longing,
a wish left to waste
a silence
a rage
now taking it's place
well, i've been spendin my time just walkin the streets
and making friends with all the dumb insects i meet
and the moths have been asking me for a light
and i know i'll oblige them, it's not worth the fight
and they're swarming around me, every which way
and just blocking my visions, aiding decay
and their suckers make shapes, yeah they pierce like a knife
and it kills me to tell em
you're not part of my life
anymore.