Lucid

My back against the floor boards
 I feel a cold breeze
 The wind blows through the window
 Moving through the curtains like you move through me
 Sketching my portrait into the walls
 On that summer's eve
 The sky is quiet, I meet your eyes
 Clench my fists' swallow my pride
 Reach out a hand only to receive
 A diagram carefully tracing 24 years taken out of me
 Every body leaves' everything dies
 All I fucking do is cry
 The air is still' the night is dead
 I dismantle myself to put you back together
 You can't expect to stay dry in this type of weather
 I open the window, and turn to the road
 All I see is ashes, bloodshed and bones
 I'm only holding on because I refuse to let go
 All I have is myself' and I'm in the worst company
 Help me forget me
 Help me, help me
 Help me forget me
 Help me, help me