the hollow voices resonate
sending trains of thought racing through my head
steel wheel screech [bad word] rails
cars fall into crashing waves
...and im screaming out under the surface of a tranquil sea

the cold shoulders and [bad word] offs
the hospital beds and endless oceans
the last sip and the breaking point

the hollow echo of footsteps
the soundtrack to a grim farewell
a haunting choral indication that this has gone too far

it all turns to dust, faces to shadows ,voices to echoes
shapes turn to darkness, memories fade
i'm left alone, asking myself who i am

pull up the anchor
the dead weight holding you down
staring off the bow, i get restless
the open ocean beckons
it's calling out for me
vacillator, turncoat
deceiver, thief
the open ocean beckons
another cold grey chance
offering a hand up
but i slip through the cracks

writhe and wallow in self-pity
scream your lungs out until your [bad word] with them
breathe and fill your aching chest
drink to forget and to heal your open wounds

do you remember when you first thought about the magnitude of it all?
the image burned in your memory, revisited time and time again
but as the days pass and it slips slowly into irrelevance
the realization dawns, you can't lose what you never had