She dries her eyes, sitting sad beside an open window
Face turned up to the moon and stars, singing softly
Begging Heaven to turn its guiding light upon her
Hands seeking half empty bottles, pouring pills into
Her open palms, to fight the ebbing flow of sorrow
He takes another shot of 'ignorance is bliss'
Wishing to be the sedative that touches her lips
Or the blankets she crawls beneath for comfort
Hating every second that he's kept in waiting
She's calling on the phone to say, "I miss you."
With something lacking in between the hits
Not meaning him so much as meaning life
Talking for the sake of talking, she's losing fast
Touching needles and knives, sinking into blood
Whispering about 'forget-me-nots' and swings
Calling on the phone to say "I love you."
Breaking down, not meaning him so much as
Meaning everything she's lost along the way
He sets her down, another shot of jealousy
She's got her eyes turned up to the sky
Missing out on what's sitting at her side
Replacing true compassion for a little hit of
'Anything but this' to numb the constant ache

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