Gone

The soft throw of candlelight casts shadows on the wall

she's reading her book or on her phone I don't know who's still awake to call

I'm sitting on the couch playing my old guitar

It's five below and the wind is throwing ice against the wall

I called on my brother to help me ease this pain from falling on my knees

Nothing feels like cheap sympathy I know you don't give a damn about me

Maybe I just can't see the light maybe the light don't shine that bright

I can't stand, sleep or fight I got a head full of ghosts and a dusty bag of bones

Your memory still rides hot at night trembling sweat in the moonlight