a fragment of time left in classrooms alone
the taste of whiskey left barren in your bone
its almost like you went to hell
but in reality you're still standing still

its like the way you lick your lips
claiming that its just an old habit
the way the clouds roll into the day
its almost like you never went away

for titles leave unexplained absences
and stories leave wounds wide open
but the rhythm leaving your body
is one of a still heart