No more "good nights"
No more "Sweet dreams"
Only an occasional "Take Care"
But what does that even mean ?
I got a storm in a saucer
A tornado in a cup
The pain this silence is causing
Enough is rarely enough
The heart slowely stops beating
The lunges begin to slow
Did your soul ever love me ?
I guess we'll never know
The muscles contract and stiffen
as bones begin to ache
Your words were warm and tender
But your love was always fake
I breathe in the car fumes
Relax into sated sleep
I take in the carbon minoxide
as the I fall into the deep
No more pain
No more loss
I open the garage door
It's not worth the cost
The soul begins to open
The light begins to shine
My thoughts are no longer focused on you
And my life is truly, all mine.
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