We all live on...

you've always given me handfuls of tomorrows

now i'm left with just today

putting on this act for anyone still watching

haven't you heard? vaudeville's dead

you're always my (mis)leading lady

your eyes keep you exposed like wires

just twice as dangerous

and i know you'll never be shocked by me

out of state, out of mind

or close enough

i'll cut my losses and see if they bleed

you can't feel empty when what you lose means nothing

if you're the arsonist, i'm the fire

burning beautiful before becoming black, ugly ashes

feeling infinite without you in my mind

'i'd prefer not to be rescued'

you were my faith, but empty as religion

just another story to make me feel hope

if you were deified before, consider this my blasphemy

my atheism to your scripture
getting older
getting sober
getting over
it's getting old.

....dm