Another night alone at home, silence fills the room.
I turn the lights out to fill the empty space.
My mind screams but my heart never hears it.
I block out any signs of a splitting end.
Tonight somehow those thoughts creep through
making their way into my heart.
A home with one heart is no home at all.
A ship headed toward deep waters never
sees the lighthouse calling it home.
Then again, a ship knows no home
better than troubled waters.
Fair winds, bucko.
Bowing above the fire, wood turns to ash.
This old house claims nothing but memories.
The walls cave in as my lungs collapse.
Soon, I will be nothing more than the fog that passes
throughout the night.
Your dreams contain only brief images of me
you will not remember in the morning.
My mind slips away, my soul has vanished.
Contrary to belief, I am not bulletproof.
Your cruel intentions shine now,
where as before I was blinded by the moon itself.
Lie me down tonight with your bitter soul
and dispose of me in the morning.
Tonight, I get high to avoid any form of conversation with you.
Tonight, you get high to avoid any form of conversation with me.
Lie me down tonight with your bitter soul
and dispose of me in the morning.
Will Write 4 Love 