Today I realized that I have not felt anyone real for anyone in a very long time. Years, maybe.
Well, the pills I got, they ask me:
Let's go out for a while.
And the knives up in the kitchen
Are too dull to smile
And the sun, it tries to warn me:
Boy, those wings are made of wax.
While the things I do to kill me,
They just tell me to relax...
I don't know which is worst:
To wake and see the sun
Or to be the one
Be the one that's gone.
And the empty bottle it misses you,
Yeah, and I'm the one that it's talking to
And with you and I just barely strangers
I'm pretty much just left a fool.
Damn, don't the streets feel empty tonight
Just wanderin' round here without you.