Empty Bottle

Empty bottle

Crowded goth show

What is it that you want to do?

Whatever it is, I do too

I’ll let you decide if this is hello or goodbye

Or if this isn’t anything

If I’m not really anyone

I’m not coming down if you’re not coming down

In my dreams, I’m asleep

You’re in the bed

We speak French and the floor is made of glass

Empty bottle

Reflective window

What is it that you hope to see?

Look beyond yourself, you will find me

I’m not coming down, you’re not coming down

In my dreams, I’m asleep

You’re the bed, and "Isn’t Anything" never ends

You’ve got a lot of nerves

Will you please touch mine with yours?

Every stolen bike longed for in the city tonight

Is the story of our life