Twelve AM Is When The Heart Stops

Twelve Am
The bottle lies on the white tiles like the abandoned child
She has nothing to run to
And everything to escape
Shouting echoes in the memories
Ones she'd forget with her life
Loves never been so cruel to the kind

He leaves her
Dancing in the night with the leaves of forgotten lives
He drowns in the booze and women
Both giving him the salvation he needs
His own life hangs from the strings

Both souls give up at the darkest hour
Leaving behind all that pains them
And all that forgets them
The world is dark and cold
Their bodies lying haphazardly
One in the bathroom of her abusive boyfriends home
The other on his dealer's hotel room bed