Now that it's over, as if we both know, silently
I always knew, and so
I'll just stay and spit up my lungs, as
I'm choking on the words that
I never got to say.

Now my home has become a hole in the floor,
the stars are blinking out one, by, one.
Tomorrow is still coming and
I just can't sit by, and I'll never be sure if
I'll make it through alive,