Exile

3 AM, just me and this bottle
The ground is slipping away from me
And my hands are shaking
6:30 AM, I’m staring into the sun
Into the sun

This isolation, there’s no consolation
Been down so long
You’re only as faithful
As your options and I’ve got none

Doctor, can you help me?
Invisible
Begging for a release
Nothing there but a shadow

Begging for relief on this solitary road
A shadow of who I was
Who would care anyway?
I know I’m a disgrace
Can’t conceal it with a smile
The dark forces of loneliness
Roll down my face

Doctor, can you help me?
Begging for a release
From the separation, disconnection

Who’s going to teach me how to breathe?
Who’s going to help me fucking sleep? Who? Who?
Who’s going to comfort me at night?
With their arms around me, hold me tight?
Who’s going to clean this fucking mess I’ve made?
Praying at my grave?
Haven’t been touched in so long in this exile

But you gave up on me

Who’s going to teach me how to breathe?
Who’s going to help me fucking sleep? Who? Who?
Who’s going to clean this fucking mess I’ve made? Who will stand there praying at my grave?
Haven’t been touched in so long … In this exile

Who’s going to comfort me at night?
With their arms around me, hold me tight?
Who? Who?
Who’s going to clean this fucking mess I’ve made?
Who will stand there praying at my grave?
Haven’t been touched in so long in this exile
6:30 AM, I’m staring into the sun