1:53 in the morning
my place is a fucking mess
empty bottles lie scattered
her smell is in my head
these monday mornings
my painful glories
i now paint upon this canvas
i’m so tired i can’t sleep
fooled myself away from the corners
of my dark cold mind
found the sun of these gray days
in the catacombs of her eyes
lost in love we have lost our love
and now time is running out
running out in the streets
still don’t know anything
and I fill another canvas
i’m still learning how to crawl
tonight i will become a stranger
to everyone i know
sing these songs about my failures
and where i’m too scared to go
can you tell me now
with your silent frown
what you really see
when you look at me
am i more than a canvas?
am i ready to begin?