look at my hands, they're shaking like a sound wave.
my lungs are collapsing like a dying sun.
i have such strange dreams every time i wake.
to sleep off last night will take me a month.
i'm treading water and there's no sign of land.
the wind and the waves sound like some sad song.
when the ship went down, you let go of my hand.
but the water's cold. i won't have to fight for long.
there's a black hole in my room and it's pulling me in
to where everything i do feels paper-thin,
to where each new sunrise is the same old dawn.
now i'm slipping further every day you're gone.
it's christmas time and my apartment is bare.
a slow-dying tree would only bring me down.
i left my friends someplace but i don't know where.
i promise you i'm fine without you around,
but i'm really just a slow-dying tree
covered in tinsel and ornaments.
that smile i give to everyone i meet
hasn't been true since god knows when.
i see carolers all around
but i can't hear a sound
everywhere i go, strings of christmas lights,
but they're not shinin' on me tonight.
there's a black hole in my room and it's pulling me in
to where everything i do feels paper-thin,
to where each new sunrise is the same old dawn.
now i'm slipping further every day you're gone.
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