Suspended in your chill of thoughtlessness
Amid the same excuses from your heart
Night is no reprieve from your selfisnhess
My hands caress, but can't erase the scar
An empty glass has shattered on the floor
Champagne bubbles turn sour from the wait
An empty past won't matter anymore
When there are no more bottles left to taste
I draw the shades, the city lights stay on
You play your part for you and no one else
While leaning in to softly kiss your son
I see a bowl of stones upon his shelf
I'd like to throw them -- one for every sin
Of thinking you would someday let me in
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