Empty spaces with shadows hit by streetlights
Warnings signs and weight of tired conversations
In the absence of a shoulder, in the abscess of a thief
On the brink of this destruction, on the eve of bittersweet
Now all the demons look like prophets and I'm living out
Every word they speak
I cannot trust these voices
But I don't have a line of prospect
That can give some kind of peace
There’s nothing left to cling on
That can bring me sweet release
I have no fear of drowning
It’s the breathing that's taking all this work
Now do you know what I mean when I say
I don’t want to be alone
What I mean when I say
I don’t want to feel alone?
Just in case, I will leave my things packed
So I can run away
