The Air in This Pair

The vine that's gotten tangled
I lost my grip and by now i've been strangled
Alone with no torch
A phone, a busy signal
another back porch

bitterness, this complexity
a fire broke out and then they left me
Alone to keep guessing
steadily inhaling the dream
left to contemplate the one thing that is missing

the tone of a voice
words that were spoken left me no choice
so i walked as i stared
i've been left in this town
with nothing but air