Drifting in and out. Spiraling out of control. Time is rising like a wave over my head, I open my eyes and its washed me away. Never thought i'd see myself sitting here all alone. The three empty chairs stare at me. What did I do to get here... Feel like I disappeared like a photograph lost in time.
Ashes. In my head. Something that's burnt and gone, grey and black. And there comes the wind sweeping with it all I had left...
The phone lines are not clear. I can't hear. Isn't that it? Its not like you didn't call, no not at all.
Maybe i'm looking ahead. Maybe I have nothing to look back on.