The fossils of my footsteps will be unearthed
At a far off date unknown
Impressed in concrete from walking home alone
After walking you home
And the mops of greasy hair
Will romanticize my despair
But they won't know
That I didn't care
I like the silence,
I like the empty streets.
Crawl down them on hands and knees in a heartbeat
If I had to, I owe 'em that at the very least
The map had faded out, but I could have sworn
I noted every stride
I guess the rain hit before the ink had dried
And where I thought I'd be was not what I perceived
Assessing the progress from beneath your sheets
That's why I need the silence,
I need the empty streets.
Just as bad as they don't need me
It's a sick, sad sham of a marriage
But it's all there is
It's all I need
I can be everything you need
If you make me
I can be every crack in your concrete
If you let me off easy
I can be easily deceived
If you want that
But you are the ember of my heart,
Whether you like that or not