Toast to Tragedy

Here's to sirens in the night
follow lights to endless dreams.
Here's to someone else that's felt
what a hurricane can be.

Here's to empty pill bottles
and the way you settled down.
That time you looked me in the eye,
you never made a sound.

Here's to shattered wine bottles
your hands cold in your lap.
Find you in the sitting room
in the best sleep you'd ever have.

Here's to silence
and the accusing stares
and prayers
that never made it
where they should.

Here's to the lightening strikes
the ones that happen
when I apologize.
The sorrow follows me back home.

Here's to clouds
that paint the sky a sullen gray.
Press my fingers to your throat
colder than yesterday.

Here's to silence
and the accusing stares
and prayers
that never made it
where they should.

Hold you and realize it's done
run my fingers through your hair.
Here's to degradation
and the storm in your stare.