The Touch

Build these hands that weigh too much,
I’ve forgotten your razor touch.
The way your mouth hangs dry when I come around,
Look into your hollow eyes but I hear no sound.

So what do we do now?
Where do we go from here?
Down these roads that you walk alone,
I’m still haunted by your worst fears.

You laugh again in your empty stairs,
I stare all I can you’re never there.
This song don’t mean a thing,
It’s the only one I know.

I’m ugly when I’m naked,
And I’ve so tried to take it.
But all they do is surround me,
Laugh with pointed fingers around me.

Promises that I forget I made,
They’re the only ones I keep.
Dusk and dawn, just another day,
But now I guess I’ll sleep.