you're gone made your exit you wouldn't look at me if i begged for it, i would
and as the smoke clears it's a disappearing act with no one to commiserate, stuck inside the place i hate the emptiness is me where i'm holding the match
so sick of apologies but i haven't paid my debts to the ghosts, to the dreams
and if i fall asleep i'll see you in the trees succumb to the dreams, of a better place and time more than the tears or screams, regret is eating me alive.
instead of sowing seeds for the hard times ahead i have learned nothing and try to do it all again and as i run away, all of this an act the lenses around my ankles have worn and cracked