Smells of old booze and cigarettes, empty bed and empty sex
I'm filled with boredom, tedium and repetition
Hard to concentrate on the mundane; It's hard to celebrate the lack
of fulfillment, of laughter and of letting go
Because in my mind, you're still around
Something was missing from me that day, and I found it
all caught up in a mess, a mess of you and me and mistakes
all the time, I fly around trying to find the you within everything
trying to find meaning, what can I do to create it
Create it in spirit of you, gone without ever to come back
Twisting, and twirling; Writing and calling out to the night
In spirit of you, all caught up in me.
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