Nothing left inside me but silhouettes remain Mutual abandon takes scissors to the flame Fanning all the heat left in my chest Shadows walk beside me on trails built on shame Forward gliding motions by silent passengers Cornering myself with inaction If only for a day this plan was our own plan A syringe pushed into the evening setting sun Everything once shared has lost itself to time Secrets like cremations tossed up into the wind Mixing among every life once loved Every story told must come to its own end The storyteller's demise, a cyclical nature Something that we all one day will share Happier alone Happier alone Happier alone Happier alone If only for a day this plan was our own plan A syringe pushed into the evening setting sun The evening setting sun The evening setting sun