Far from all these places,
and I can't seem to find my way home.
Somehow I've forgotten
every single face that I've known.
I can't bear to lead you astray,
even after all you've done.
You made me drink this poison,
now look at what I've become.
It's all in the evidence I missed.
Why couldn't I have thought of this?
A lost cause, forget it.
Where is this medicine I crave?
My sickness, it worsens.
Questions left with answers you could never give me, and nor could I you.
Day in day out
left to my own devices
Nowadays I mostly just sit in silence
wondering what could've been,
and where it went.
Pick apart the pieces of my brain;
put them in any order.
Such a fucking shame, I can't abstain
the sight of your frame.
Here we go again, I'm on my own.
Back on this lonesome road.
Make a quick recovery.
The surgeon said to me.
Find the blue lights
and let me know when you get there