What is your brain made for?
Besides exposing your fragile heart
What is your mind made of?
But hereditary abilities to fall apart
I've decided that I miss you
But I don't feel it in my bones
Just the absence of words filling my skull
The vacuum
Is craving you
What am I good for?
Besides longing around your every bend
What are you made of?
Every fiber impossible to comprehend
Below my breath, I say that I miss you
I told everyone else I no longer cared
But there's a chasm in my body
The vacuum
Is craving you
I went to the top of a mountain
And I wrote your name in the snow
When is someone gonna tell me
What they already seem to know
Without another name to etch
How will I let go?