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.