The alcohol soaks and sinks
Pass the din of conversation
And the laughter, I have to wonder
Did it always sound so fake???

She mouths out "I Love You"
Three little words staining sheets
But what's done is dead
We can never make it live again

The flesh curls and blackens
Smoke swirls, acrid and rising
Tied down to white picket dreams
Houses burn best in my sleep

Pills put perspective into play
Chemicals keep your tears in place
I'm a husk of who I was
A shadow of who you want me to be

Take the shot, chase it down
This work has yet to be done
Hunger hides behind my brown eyes
I still draw blood when I bite

Moons rise but they never fall
A beast caged is all but tamed
Paces kept and nostrils flared
When the ears lay back
Save the village, sound the siren