Addressed to someone who left, capturing the feeling of being alone |
On the shelf are all my things Boxes of memories and The Bottle of Dreams All you need is one sip And you get to slip Into your dreams I'll meet you there But I'm drinking it all down To have this conversation When you whisper in your sleep What are you whispering I still sit up in bed at night Trying to listen to the emptiness Who's name are you saying You always leave me wondering Maybe you left something I was at the bottom of the second bottle When the moon finally stood up I was staring blankly From the ground at the ceiling I'm alone here always waiting But I can't hear over the noise That you're not making I didn't know the monsters you left behind Could be so damn mean They don't want me lying In the place you lay in Where did you put the sun Or did it just forget to come up How far did you have to run Before you escaped from yourself You know you left some stuff Still sitting on my shelf How many bottles do I have to pound Before my dreams will be found Now I can't even think and I can barely see When I look out the window It's just in time to notice The world has stopped spinning Just for me, a never ending night Without any dreams I guess I'll start separating All the things that aren't mine Too much weight is straining The shelf is giving I wonder what I'll find When I look inside the boxes I can see my mind, And look, here is the sun You knew the whole time You're just too busy disappearing Leaving everything undone And an empty bottle of dreams |