She Walks The Right Kinda Of Thin Line

I tell you I'm fine You don't even look to see if I'm lying It's helpless and hopeless these white flags that I'm flying The broken things I say without saying I can't tell you what I'm hoping for I guess if nothing else, not to feel so hollow anymore. It's a disease clawing up the walls inside of me.

I swear I've been here before,  without ever having been "here" before The feeling flooding in, more like numbing through Like walking down the long corridor of my soul to the very end, the most filled empty room Comfort in the door frame of the familiar  The door creaks under the pressure of my expectation as if saying, "It's never too soon to be seeing you again, old friend." I flip the light switch within this casket The electric buzz a christening  hum and I survey, the remnants I've stored away from prying eyes Souvenirs of the emotional tragedies, I swear beyond this door are no longer anywhere within me.