They said we're like a metaphor for broken bottles
An abundance of inflicted pain smashed along the bathroom floor
But you're the source of the ****** foot prints that lead out the door
And I couldn't help but watch you leave
So now I have eyes like mirrors, that only reflect fears
You left my body drug stained and devoid of adolescence
I'm living off your moans that still echo in my head, while my screams fall short of ears to hear them
I long to get you out from under my skin
I poured my stomach down the drain and rid my chest of feeling
But your stone cold voice still plays around like the wind
So I tucked you away between my arteries but still you clawed at my veins
Your brutal cries of ****** cracked the empty bottles and now I'm sitting with the shards of glass you left behind - embedded to the crime scene
Even though it burns my skin to stay, I'm wishing that one day you'll return, and clean the blood away
But you haven't yet
And never will
So maybe I'll fall gracefully asleep, maybe fall six feet deep
And I'll wait for you at the shore line, where all the dead things wash up
And I'll put you back together with every remaining piece of my bones
So that then, you can never leave me