Surrounded by empty bottles
Falling off my bed through the night
They wake me for a moment
Reminding me I am far from alright

Pictures I once drew
Staring at me from that place I knew

Think of me as a knight
A drunk or a punk
Makes no difference to me knowing
I am in fact less than than

I cut myself tonight
I needed to feel, but I still cant

Maybe ill take another sip
Maybe this one will last
And if not I got another waiting
My throat is parched, not yet numb

What happened? And where did I go?
Lost control of my thoughts
Thinking I still had control

Curious to take a bite
Out of this pie of glass
I hope tonight I savor what I always lacked

Think of me as a wonderer
Or a painter without a brush
Dont need a canvas, dont need a cast
I draw the lines of ecstasy
With the blood from the past

When crying became pointless
Hours past as if i was forbidden to wonder
The lights down the street marking
That thinning and empty path

Gram by gram I wonder
Could you **** my very essence of lust
One line after another and I still
Feel nothing more than a rush

Think of me as a lover
A lier or a ghost
Think of me as I wonder
For this night I wish id never ponder

Gram by gram Ill shallow
The thin lines of dust
Hoping one day I find
If I can feel the corners
of a square made of glass