The lights all shimmer,
Through puffed out smoke,

I feel like a ghost,
It feels like a joke

The laughter rings shorter,
From what I can hear.

The seconds tick faster
They’re too short to bare.

The smiles fade too quick,
When the end feels so near.

I’ll hover, I’ll glide
I’ll live out
This life.

Cause I wouldn’t be here

Just for
One
Broken
Knife.