Empty bottle
Crowded goth show
What is it that you wanna do?
Whatever it is, I do, too
I’ll let you decide
If this is hello or goodbye
Or if this isn’t anything
If I’m not really anyone

I’m not coming down if you’re not coming down
In my dreams, I’m asleep
You’re in the bed
We speak french
The floor is made of glass

Empty bottle
Reflective window
What is it that you hope to see?
Look beyond yourself
You will find me

I’m not coming down, you’re not coming down
In my dream, I’m asleep
You’re the bed
Isn’t anything
Never ends

You’ve got a lot of nerve
Will you please touch mine with yours?
Every stolen line, longed for
Asleep tonight
Is the story of our lives