(0130) breathing collapsed

i have the thread and the needle without the distraction and the empty promise of your friendship still running throughout my veins. i remembered the chorus, and it clicked off my tongue. but the verses, they never came out at all. and there's a waitress - she places my plate on the table. the food might've been cold, but at least her smile was warm. i pay the bill, and i leave without being noticed. drove past the house that i used to call home. i forget all the fake laughter and all the fake smiles and disappear to my apartment to escape from the storm. in the back alleys of guilt, you leave no confession. you have no more secrets - no more treasures hidden in the sand. the lake is only a pond when you remove all of its pollution, and it's only then that you see the world for what it is. you're talking to anyone who's willing listen, but no one wants to listen if you have nothing to say. the unstoppable reactions; the indecision of youth; but the period only comes once at the end of each day.