hollowed out between the places to go there might be something there but you know i don t know and i think we both find comfort in the reckless exterior because it s 3 am again and we re both still awake our senses shut off for simplicity s sake we both have a way with words but the silence sounds much better for tonight i m sorry for the mess you see my mind is somewhere else we revel in obscurity surmount when we dwell now you re making coffee in an unfamiliar house indulge in frailty looking for a way out and temperance engulfs your mind every time our aversion intertwines it s early morning and we re both wide awake kind of nostalgic but clearly a mistake we connect through detachment we prosper in a troubled medium