With friends like these, you would think we were enemies.

With scars like these, you would think we were dead.


Lost in thought.

Found in recovery.


Reviving lost memories.

Finding what could never be.


It's all false hope, washed up with chivalry.

I'm your average midnight shadow in daylight.


Open the door and what do you find?

Just one bed with two glasses of wine.


Realizations put me to sleep.

Induced with silence in too deep.


I found a way through my nine lives.

Just take out my heart and keep me alive.


I found a way through endless dreams.

Just take out my light and keep me awake.

What do you see in me?

What damage do you see?

Can you see abandonment?

Can you see reget?

I'll see recovery in you.

Even promise.