Sleep and showers beckoning
Like knocks upon a door
Heartache spreads like rumored news
But i still ask for more
Staring through a keyhole
At the light that glows outside
Like watching family videos
The night after your loved one's died

Laying a puddle of my own sweat on the floor
I must let these demons out before they eat my core
Cannot stand to be here that much longer, i am sure
Why waste time living anymore?

I see my face
On your pack of cigarettes
I see your lungs
In every dying star

We lie awake at night
Two owls in a tree
Fading in and out
Of our immortality
I question everything
From myself to the sky
I hope that i might learn
A fraction of it all before i die
Praying in a huddle for a couple extra days
I can spend inside my house and use for coping with my ways
I imagine heaven as a room in which you stay
And i imagine hell as when you go away

I see my face
On your pack of cigarettes
I see your lungs
In every dying star

Why must we lay here?
Oh, why must we lay here?
Oh, why must we lay here?
Oh, why must we lay alone? alone?

I see my face
On your pack of cigarettes
I see your lungs
In every dying star
I see my home
In your fucking silhouette
I see my loneliness
In your absence