undead
Greenlighter
its sunday night.
another empty bottle finds itself amongst its own
another feeling that i cant quite find the words to say
another way to escape the terror of the world's demise
but its too hard to continue living behind these lies
making excuses to hide the fact that im alone
and i could knock for hours until i realize noone's home
but the door will never open
i watch the lights shut off
the silence that i couldnt hear before
seems louder now from this side of the door
i may never understand your point of view
but i can read you like a book
and the ending will always be in writing
should i choose to skip ahead
another empty bottle finds itself amongst its own
another feeling that i cant quite find the words to say
another way to escape the terror of the world's demise
but its too hard to continue living behind these lies
making excuses to hide the fact that im alone
and i could knock for hours until i realize noone's home
but the door will never open
i watch the lights shut off
the silence that i couldnt hear before
seems louder now from this side of the door
i may never understand your point of view
but i can read you like a book
and the ending will always be in writing
should i choose to skip ahead
