Bible Black - Into It. Over It.

Lost power in the apartment

And let yourself out

Bible black matching the darkness

From your neck down

Well-equipped for adjusted eyes

But dire come daylight

A waste of your best disguise

On morning’s eyesight

Killed the lights in your apartment

Day in, day out

Sank deep into the carpet

Where you’ve lost count

Losing thread over countless years

Inconsistent

With age in an aging mirror

Ultra silent

But you

There’s always something to prove

There’s always somewhere to be

I’m not the type to sound so rude

That’ll never be me

I’m just the bridge before the tunnel

You cross before blacking out

With folded arms, I’ll offer structure

To carry words that travel from your mouth

There’s always somewhere to move

There’s always something to be

But that somewhere’s on the floor

Beside the weight of your keys

I could say I’d spend the night

But I promise I’d be lying

On your Queen size set of standards

With my single set of sights

Lost power in the apartment

Day in, day out

Lost power in the apartment

Day in, day out

Lost power in the apartment

Day in, day out

Lost power in the apartment

Day in, day out