A Captive Audience

I’m gonna make it go away, like it never happened
Like the author ran out of ink, before you got to me
It doesn’t matter, you have your answer
My breath upon your hand
My breath upon your hand
Cos we’re never far from another life
But I never wanted to make you spend the night
With your loneliest thoughts
Will you come around this time
Will I be left here
Ooh, love
When so proudly we fail and all the optimists sing
«Yeah, w’ll be that far»
When we’ll b that far behind
It’s the drug distraction
They’ll scream when I kick
But for every moment that I get too close
To the faceless void from which I stumbled
It’s only because my heart swells over
And I misinterpret it, I dwell on my failures
Cos I had parents who taught me to love
Yeah, love was something
They never knew
They never cared about you anyway
A hope vicarious, a captive audience