"Disconsolate"
Disconsolate
Gone so late
I hate to wait
For this feeling to pass
There’s no use
There’s no cure
Shortage of refuge
When there’s no sign of her
Seek out the hope
Seek out why
Seek the numbness
In my dry eye
Stayed up late, waited for fate
To arrive and bring me her alive
Still no sign of her
Just in case you feel the need
Tell me for sure when you find a cure
Sadness drifts
Weakness sifts
The hourglass stiffens
When someone listens
My disease is my loneliness
Cure this and my homeliness
Succulent, I want to taste
Fussin’ with the inferior base
Inside I feel twisted
The point, I missed it
Yet again, I’m lonely
Dark and cold, I’m home
