Follow me to the back room

There’s something to be said about the dark

Take my hand; I’ll guide you through it

Or will your grasp pull me apart?

Actions that seem so innocent

But then you quickly learn

Sometimes alluring like bright fire

If you touch it, it still burns

There are empty bottles scattered

Covered with different names and years

If there was a bottle labeled “faith”

It’d be drained and filled with tears

So fully knowing – still inclined

I’ll drag you along with me

A downward spiral – soft like satin

Whispers that were never meant to be

I’ll be just fine, alone again

When the obscurity of night fades away

Ready to fill yet another bottle

With the all the things I’ll never say