The taste of the floor reminds me of the skin that leaves me in oceans of my soul without a shore
So alone so we'll hold those barren bodies bereft of any soul to get back what the "middle of the nights" stole: the forgetting feeling of feeling whole
But the loneliness of our togetherness creates an empty nest for the emptiness freezing in this chest
So can you make me feel good? make me feel complete? help me return to a dream of love worth more than dirt and meat