On the Waterfront

And it feels like I am
Standing on the waterfront
Watching everything I ever was
And everything I could be
Drift away as it's set ablaze
And I want to be aboard the ship
Desperately seeking purpose in
The flames

I live to die alone
With lies of love and tales of
Longing like,
"I could have been somebody."
I grasp for words I heard somewhere before
But my hands slip through and I am
Gripping nothing

And it feels like I am staring
Into mirrors at no reflection
Blank, and empty, and endless
I search through every book I find
For the perfect word to steal
The one that best describes this life
But still I come up short

'Cause nobody's dreamed one up yet
And Shakespeare? He's still dead
Nostalgia kills
You can't prepare for what's coming
When you're always looking back
But the songs your friends loved
That you never knew the words to
Linger long after the people have left

The pyre sings my name
The call of the void is sweet

Road maps are timelines you can travel
Here we were lovers but down the street we were "friends"
So I go slowly when the light turns green
To put off crossing into the present tense
And if home is where the heart is then
I gave my home away
In fragments like glass after I struck it
And as I'm clutching my fist
Watching the boat turn to ash
I'm still learning words to songs
I haven't sung yet