and between my ears
and in front of my hand.
i can't remember those
days, the old drug. what
was it? its gone now and
i am still here in a
monotonous grey world.
i'm a glass of water, only
you've already drank
up the water, and here
i sit, i'm a glass of water.
i could have been your
swimming pool, only the
drought came faster and
the water's all gone.
maybe i'm your swimming
pool. i thought i'd be your
saving grace, though the
saving's all been done before--
am i your grace? all thats
left in this shell? i could
possibly be a small legume
find me in the forest and
remember what i was.. back
then. when i came and saw
and yelled and went under
the world in sheets of rain.
hiding loss and hiding pain.
was i under the world so
softly again, so that i wouldn't
hear the cries of you. you who
are me, just like me. we'll stay
alive only by default, maybe,
but default couldn't save us
baby. would you let me
be your empty glass? we can
say what i am, if you'll say it
fast. oh please, let me be your
empty glass. i don't think i
could tell them.. i don't think
they'd want to see. that i've
been empty for longer than
you could've known, that i'm
not what they want me to be.
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