I can't hear you Above the static in my mind. I never catch you 'til you're gone, Only ever hear you on rewind. The future is just a reflection Of a past that's already dead. And I'm sick of always looking back,
A bed that was once warm, Our sanctuary: The only place on earth Where I wanted to be. Now you can see your breath, It's so damn cold And those three magic words,
The room is empty, But I'm never alone. There's a typewriter before me, A bottle by its side And the ever looming presence Of a glorious suicide. Behold: This night, this silence;