Nothing left, but nothings the same.

When I finally burned the bottom of my latest trend

the smoke receded indefinite despite my cloudy head.

I made a point to dull my edges so you'd never see

how far I've really been keeping both sides from me.

For now I know its all I need.

I think too much before I let them speak.

By the time you're convinced

I will have to leave.

When I started to lock the door behind me I thought of what I had.

A lifeless name, an empty urn beside my unmade bed.

Its only dull when it doesn't matter much to me

by the time I made my point you've forgotten what it means.

For now I know they're all I need.

I feel I think to much and nothing means a thing

by the time you're convinced

that nothing ever leaves.