Why, oh why, are my eyes so dry?
As the nights go by I die inside, again and again
The world moves and the shadows fall
The clocks tick and the sun recalls
A face, a trace of a place I once held close
A place drowning in bottles, shooting up dope

Every second that you're not here is cold
The lack of sweat and essence of wet takes hold
Of my mind, my rhymes, dreams them wrong
Takes them all and makes a slow, blue song
The show is over, the court is perpetually adjourned
Until Saturday, when the struggle ends and your eyes are earned

I fall victim to my own sullen depression
The digestion of this endless transgression
Is drowned out simply by the power of suggestion
Serenading bats with the world's sonar aggression
And I have a say, a confession if you will
When you're not around, babe, my heart sits still.