Everyone is fucked up
Everyone is pure
There is a difference in our eyes
The light in them
The spark
I don't know how to find it
How to bring it back
Maybe I am trying too hard
Or not at all
My mind wanders 24/7
Trying to find an exit
There is a door at the end of the street
No clue what's behind it
3:27 a.m. and still up
Still awake with my thoughts for company
Ciggarettes and smoke killing me softly
No one called, no one answered
The door is locked
Thrill of the unknown
Kiss me when you are over me