I couldn't live alone without you.
I couldn't do it all without someone to talk to.
But there are sometimes that I dream about a window that's broken.
I see your face out there in the open.
It's a reality, soon coming, that I don't wake up from
In a sweat and in a panic and with a grip on a gun.
With my eyes flicking unconsciously to place under the rug:
the cavity, used so soundlessly, to stow away your heart.
There I'll break, with all my steps.
There I'll waste upon a sweetness.
There I will crawl, I will deserve no rest,
across all the splintered debris of my promise:
We're all just a performance.
So we're worthless.
So we're worthless.