Precipice
Oh I can feel it in the air tonight
The welcome warning that this waning and draining still remains in sight
I still remember the tossing and turning
The haunting and yearning
The hole in the soul where the romance used to go (where does it go?)

But nowadays all that’s left is the haze (what?)
The terminal phase (what?)
The subjugated frustration

I’m Sysyphus at a subway station (yo)
So high and elated (yo)
Skating on the edge of a precipice

Yes miss, I was the one you would call
To fill the void in the hearts of all the ones who would fall
Pouring out endlessly senselessly baiting withdrawal
Scribbling cyphers hyperactive and seeming banal

Yet all the while I was drowning
Floundering in my surroundings
Proudly denying my crying as I sank in the waters
Yet now it seems the foundation of all my creation is crumbling leaving me wandering why did I even bother