A song about nothing.

When the black blanket pulls away
I'll be standing beautifully ashamed.
I've got no real reason to pray
when everything is going my way.

Holy blanket from Sunday school.
Cut out the eyes and start haunting you.
My God you look like such a fool
in the mirrored clearest pools.

Drown out the day
before it gets away.
You can pack your things
while I convince you to stay.

I have a window to the west.
I'll turn my bed for the best
reason I can think of to complain,
when everyone is in my way.

Jesus Christ, where'd you go?
You scared me half to death
I want the whole.
I want it all under the sun.
Its apparent now I am no one.

Hide your shadow
in the dark.
You can show your teeth to the moon.
I feel like its' proof.
I feel like we're our own proof.

Author's Note

"I feel like its' proof" is meant to have the apostrophe at the end to show ownership of the moon. Just clarifying