words by dominic riccitello

i pop a pill and the room’s empty, but everyone’s here
the room’s on fire, i can feel the near
the blaze in the air and tense moments strung here and there
i’m done and gone, can’t even feel my hair

the strange moments that brought us have only taught us
a taste of fright only lives in spite of what might’ve been
i’ve kissed the chins of many and in the end, i guess i’ve learned plenty
but this lingering fear that lives in my head and dines in my bed

“i’m everywhere,” it said to me
“the white of the mountain, the tip of your nose
how you dance in the bar, i’m every song”

i listen close and can hear the tune
the haunt and taunt of what could’ve been, but never was
i take a moment and pause, listen to the song and read the words
take to the door and for a second, i feel you’ve gone
but the few, they dance and the birthday in the distance hears an applause
you’re back and i’m here, dabbling in my tears

you caress my skin and enter through every pour
there is no door and there is no gone
we hold the bomb that could always detonate
but in the end, it’s our choice if we have to let it devastate