These empty pages are tearing me up
They are wasted nights
and wasted thoughts
It’s time to come back
and fill them all up
Time to be alive again,
roll the windows down, no inhibitions
Time for two in the morning:
Wake up don’t forget this
Lose the tingle of feeling numb
and bring on the sting of real life’s return
All that’s bottled up,
time to pour it out
Let it soak through this book
distorting all in its path
To smudge all the words, let the lines disappear
Dripping with feeling,
it’s all I can hear It’s all that I want, and all I can have
To let it all go
The good and the bad
