This is like the time we were all just wolves. And the cold of the arctic washed all our colors out. If the rhythm of music could keep me alive, I'd take the needle off the record. Because silence is what I've lived all this time to hear. There's no room for air while we are crowding this place together. I've never met someone like you, because I've never met you. It's in my blood, to sit through every act of this performance. I've tried not to laugh at my own body crumbling, but it's just gotten to be so damn funny.

      Switch on the light and we'll be safe for awhile. Until the filament starts to rattle inside the glass, and we are left with just the moon to keep us warm. I haven't got a prayer, no one has taken to their knees for me, and that's just fine. I have no need for saints and I've beaten the devil to death. In the middle ground of holy oblivion. I can't stand here forever, while the marrow goes stale in my bones. But if that's what it takes to prove I'm a better man than most, so be it.

      So be it.

      I could never understand why the sun stayed away at night, but now I know. It's the ugliness in our souls that drives back the light. I am saddened by the time I've spent alone, with nothing but the fan spinning softly on ceiling. If there is a god out there, let him know I'll be home when I'm ready. I've got a beautiful girl to meet, I've got all of eternity for him to keep. And if hell comes first, then I'll climb my way back out. There's no chance that depth can keep me down.

      I could have been better, I could have been saved, I could have been left, I could have been dead. I've spent years trying to get back the years I spent. But now that I've found you amongst the black cutout of the sea, I've got years to waste just telling you about colors. About how long I've spent gritting my teeth at the world. About what sounds I like to hear when I'm being buried alive. It's every song I've ever heard that turned me into a bitter, young man. It's those sad songs that give me faith in you.

      A pair of hands feeling blindly in the dark. Trying to find the sound of your voice when I've never even heard it. One day we'll overflow like drinking glasses, and our dreams will drown out the horrors of being alive. You'll be there and I'll be close behind, in the glow of your presence. Like a moth drawn to neon, you've got my by the mouth. It's a short life we live, us humans, but we can fall in love if we stop to think at all. Everyone needs to need someone else, I'm just happy I need anything at all.