their smiles and laughs surround me
energy drips from their teeth
but when the music stops
when their glasses are emptier than their wallets
each is without a home

they tell of the last time they were happy
the last time they loved something
the last time they knew they werent alone
each of these faint memories
revisited only as fantasies

dead presidents wont love you
and the night will never be your friend
her warm breath on your neck
will only remind you of the cold outside
his lustful grip around your hip
will only remind you youre still broken

i know youre lonely, i get it
but some cuts need more than a band-aid
some stomachs need more than bread
some people need more than people
i know youre hurt, i know youre lost
but i know youre loved
and i hope one day
youll know that to be true...