in the woods... - generally more worried than married lyrics

what is addiction with absence of drug
what is grey without the presence of white
days remain hollow with absence of night

when i fell into my absence and knew
not what to do
i made a can of coffee - smoked a
cigarette or two this is like a
hunger - this day is lake a feast
a last supper to materialize the
wasted, slumbered beast in the closet

she lives in the attic
- a floor in between
my room and the comets -
of chaos and dreams

i'm awaiting the crack of dawn - the smell
of morning - where the sound of her
footsteps can comfort and cure

it takes quite a while to get things
in perspective a bleak, coloured tile
upon the wall - so pale and objective
but how would i gain from this knowledge
when i know not where to go