All But Cliche

Mirrors look in my eyes to nobody being home,

Fires burning but no ones around to stay warm.

The worlds grateful to some, but I'm ungrateful to my alarm.

Skies orange and its too cliche to say my heart is dark,

I write from the bottom of a bottle and inside me just a little part.

Theres an ocean out there but the lighting's off, I wish for the best,

but my heart isn;t enough to be soft. I love the sight of you just can't stand

the thought of me and you, I realize I'm the asshole, that I'm the one who's love has a hole.

I'm sorry you fell through, I'm sorry I'm a soul who saw hell and just went through.

I used to be a soul who saw the stars like the only part of a dark sky but one day I realized that

black was a part of it too. One day, the days in sight, when it'll end and I'll find the light.

I see her too with a smile that burns, I don't think its too early to ascertain after so many fights.

I shouldn't be this difficult but I can't help the sin, no I love how you put the smile for me to hold in an urn.

I hope that one day this story starts with a ring and ends. My heart can't say it but I want this, I'm sorry

that even the truth from me smells of fish. I've told so many tales I can't blame any lack of forgiving, but you've been nothing but giving.

So I'll choose you, the one my heart wouldn't mind if it meant drowning or what it ensues.

This is it, my trail of bottles ended. now it all fits, and my life has all but ended.