He said "dude, you look like you've just seen a ghost"
I said "yeah, I seem to have quite a few more than most"
He looked at me and I looked straight back at him
One with cuts out and three with cuts in
We touched the glass and it cracked
The candlelight flickered with the fire of a flashback
We touched the glass and it shattered
Because nothing else at the moment really mattered
We watched the shards drop one by one and the clouds cover up the warmth of the sun
One in three not exactly the best odds
Unless the triangle fills up the circle-shaped blob
You don't know unless you know these words have meanings unknown
But we assign them like variables then wonder why we feel so alone
Sticks and stones can break my bones but words can rip my heart in half
Empty my lungs and drown my brain in a bath
Mindwashed, not funny but I still laugh
Eyes open but not seeing
Staring at me he's reeling back into my arms
No way to slow down no way to remain calm
No way to hold the shards no way pick up the laid-out cards
No way to turn back into the dark no lights no sign, symbol or mark
The window's open the breeze blowing in, it grips my bones and pulls me in on a whim
The sill beneath my feet he tells me the cost
I say goodbye to myself and I scream "no!" and he's lost...
