all i see are skeletons of what could have been the conversation comes to a standstill you still wonder why in one ear and out the other every time you still wonder why the room begins to fill with guests delusions of romance diluted by nonsense licking their lips in suspense waiting on the rest of their lives lust is all that is left the gold and white seams soft skin and soft eyes the gold and white seams hunger with regrets and sin but ascension has begun wrung out by the hands of a familiar feel i need someone that will do more than listen help me face the things i can t by myself i m the first to show up every time and always the last to leave drifting off with no warning you still wonder why staring out at nothing you still wonder why the party s over don t even try asking why everyone needs to leave don t even try asking why all i see are skeletons all i see are skeletons all i see are skeletons all i see are skeletons of what could have been all i see are skeletons all i see are skeletons and i find myself alone like i always do looking for love in the wrong places will do that to you looking for comfort from things that are as empty as yourself will do that to you again and again i need someone that will do more than listen help me face the things i can t by myself i m the first one to show up every time and always the last to leave