Gone

Lyrics: Brian St. Croix

Under the cascade of a lampshade a photo sits

My eyes become a river every time I take a glimpse

And as I sit back and recline into the cheapest array of colors I can find

Is there a reason for this wrong?

It doesn’t matter you are gone

You are gone

Invisible portraits dancing like silhouettes in my mind

In my life I’ve longed to change the past

But all the bones in that closet have leaked and all my  decisions come back to me

Is there a reason for this wrong

It doesn’t matter you are gone

You are gone

I hold a cigarette late at night

Creating a burning red light

My posture is feeling the same the bitter smoke will always leave a stain

And all I wanted was something to feel

No complications just something that’s real

You should have told me a part of you wasn’t alive before you had to make me realize that

You are gone you are gone

You, you’re gone