1-800-missing
That's the number you call...

As the sun sets
And I question its existence...

A dream:
to pull the clouds down...

You drink up the nothing
Until your tongue is numb...

I once thought a little caress across my skin
would be its own bottle of sweet dandy gin...

So loving, yet lacked
So loved, yet lacking...

Daddy, you once told me
to stand up strong...

A fun night out means drinking with your buddies
And not quitting 'till you can't stand up...

The world stands still
And the wind holds its breath...

If you gazed into my glass
You'd see its bottom caked with dust...

He held sword high
through the blistering fight...

This same black routine
It will change in time...