Hey You..

Banging my head against the wall
Looking for reasons I’m sure of.
Trying to prove a point,
Breathing,
breathing not,
not anymore.

Walls, I could hear them speak to me,
Witness to my deranged late nights talking to myself.
Their eyes, tired from keeping up.
If I could hear their words I’d hear mine back.

One more glass in the sink
One more thought of being cleaned
Then again who cares?
I’d be swoon once again.

A sweet flicker of lights
Deep liquor of lies
Singing songs of the old
Just missing you.

I've got a hundred million reasons to walk away, but never mind, I'll find someone like you.