Glass half full.
Look to the left – bottle empty.
Look to the right – going for round two.
I’m falling behind.
Tilt my head back and now it’s empty.
Quick, catch up on round two.
Three down, but they’re still going.
Don’t stop until you’re caught up.
The world spins.
Faces blend together.
Let’s stop before it’s too late.
Look to the left.
Look to the right.
They’re still going, so why put up a fight?
Take me by the hand, but only for the night.
My heart will not speak to you,
For opening that red, bloody door is too much of a fight.
For only this one night, your physical feelings will suffice.
I call for you on this quiet night.
Please come mask the emptiness I feel, for only this one night.
You’ve been kind to my guarded door.
I’ve asked little of you,
but you’ve delivered more.
Your company was nice,
But I prefer to sit alone, on this empty floor.