Tuesday, October 20, 2009

Wasted and Sober

Your hands whisper... something I'll never hold... your breath
I hold my breath for you... when I'm sleeping... when I'm crying

And I wonder how it would be if I obtained the nothingness I long for...
Because you remind me that I'm nothing...
(...but i already knew that)

Inhale me, exhale me... spew my age out onto my face, rub it in
Remind me of the lines fading in and out... all the time I'm wasting...

...all the time I've wasted.......... on you.

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